I’ve been debating what to write about Overland Expo this year… about writing anything at all, actually. Because it was such an unusual and trying endeavor this time, I’ve spent the last few weeks attempting to sort what the true take-away was.
For my first foray into Overland Expo, I had no idea what to expect or if it would be worth it. On my second round, I had no plan whatsoever and ended up largely exploring the culinary aspects of overland travel and enjoying my overland family reunion.
This time, I had a big plan… a three-prong agenda to bring you the nitty-gritty from a general travel standpoint, motorcycle travel and logistics, and solo female travel. I had my classes scheduled and I was ready to learn. And I found that the idiom about best-laid plans became quite true for me.
My 1,800-mile drive to Arizona went quite smoothly in terms of traffic, construction, and weather. In fact, I plowed through in record time. My newly-acquired personal limitations factored in, but more on that later. I was excited, almost desperate, to get back to being myself so I dove into the trip fiercely only to find myself hampered by unexpected obstacles.
Remember how hot, dry, and windy I said it can be at Mormon Lake? Yeah… I miss that. The weather challenges this time proved to be of the cold, wet, muddy, chilled-to-the-bone variety. For those of us camping in tents, and in some cases hammocks, this year’s weather resulted in a lot of hanging out in the Mormon Lake saloon, drinking beer and such because it was the only place to get warm and dry. Not that it wasn’t fun, mind you, but it wasn’t exactly how I envisioned spending so much of my time at Overland Expo. Some of that time was in lieu of attending outdoor sessions and turning into a Valsicle.
The weather threw everyone for a loop. The driving course had to be closed, the campground was a mud bog with rigs getting stuck, and attendees were huddled under little canopies trying to laugh off the circumstances.
I did catch up with fabulous old friends, though, and made some new ones. I even had the opportunity to spend an evening with the legendary Ted Simon. I’ll file most of that conversation in the “What happens at Mormon Lake, stays at Mormon Lake” category but I’ll sum up by saying he’s a charming, honest, and direct character. Quite a delightful soul and I’m honored to have had the opportunity to get to know him.
For a different take on Overland Expo 2015, you can read this Jalopnik piece but you have to know we Overland Expo veterans made fun of it and questioned if the “off-road and adventure guy” author spent more than an hour there in order to fulfill his writing requirement.
Better yet, check out my buddy Lou’s 4-part account over at Only Dirt Roads… He did a much better job documenting than I did. He talks about the mud, friends and rigs (including a shoutout to Blubaru), more rigs, and even more rigs.
Improving my skills…
Even though I did not make all of my scheduled sessions, I did come away with a lot. I adored Tiffany Coates’s session on female personal safety which included some hands-on self-defense practice. And Erik Stephens’s (of Twisted Throttle) session on the DIY motorcycle tool kit was very groovy since he focused on “what is probable, not possible.” His tips for moto repair were often fabulously MacGyver-ish and a testament to the creativity required for that kind of travel.
On a personal note…
So from the department of challenges and triumphs…
The trip to Overland Expo was hard. The fatigue and stiffness I experienced on the long drive were unlike I’ve ever felt before. And once there, being on my feet all day and walking on uneven terrain wiped me out physically. Which had substantial impacts emotionally. And as I mentioned, the cold simply ate into me no matter what I did. I couldn’t keep warm. As a result, I spent most of the time tired and not inclined to grab many shots of the event. So no semi-fancy video this year.
My kind friends kept an eye on me and helped me make adjustments as necessary, including many hours of conversation and philosophy over beers in the saloon. I can tell you with certainty now that laughing with friends until you cry really warms you up. In so many ways.
The fact that I was able to make the trip was a triumph in and of itself. I have to keep that in perspective. And I did learn a good bit even though I didn’t get to everything I’d planned.
Cheers, friends. Happy travels.