Unless you live under a rock then you know that I like to camp. A lot

I’m actually camping right now. Three miles deep in the Pisgah National Forest perched under some fall tree canopies. My campfire is embers (are embers? The fuck?) and in nestled under about $600 worth of camping bedding (sorry Lily you’re going to Greenville tech). Marshall T Band is crooning “Heard it in a Love Song”🎵 on my, hold please, (looks at Bluetooth connection) Turtle box Ranger 5.0 with Kung fu grip.

I’m at ease. If I were anymore at ease my arm hair would be dreadlocks.

I’m in my element.

It took a minute. I had a 33in board this morning along with 5 hoagie boxes at 11am before I could allow myself the opportunity to go camping. A well done catering that made this trip even more rewarding. I had every intention of taking my brand new Chinese diesel heater along with me. 11 months ago when I ordered my Moonlander which I absolutely love, I hit the online option for a diesel heater port drilled into the side of my camper. I think it was only around $100 for it and I was excited. I love camping in the cold but my bones don’t like at as much so I bought this Moonlander (I’m smitten with it) so I could have some heat. Your boy is soft and doesn’t give two shits about it. I’ve earned my ice wings (don’t try to analyze that).

Anyhoo I bought the heater, put it together and noticed you can’t just plug it into anything. You have to wire it. I peaked electrically when I could hook my coleco vision box with two prongs behind my tv. And used a butter knife.

I can’t electricity. I have two batteries I camp with and can’t believe I haven’t burned my camper down.

A did some googling and tried my hand at wiring. I will not discuss any details but I had to buy two more fuses. I finally have it hooked up to a battery with nipple clamps and it shall stay that way until I get my dignity restored.

It’s still at my deli because we need to get to know each other a little better before I start a forest fire or go tits up from carbon monoxide poisoning. My hobby is supposed to relax me for god sake.

My camper is warm nonetheless. I just wanted to play with my new toy.

Did I mention my camping neighbors pulled up with a queen mattress tied to their vehicle? This made my top ten. This is dispersed camping yall anything goes.

So Chad, who the hell is Ann Kathy?

Funny you should ask.

Ann Kathy is the name of a collapsible, camping toilet I bought on TikTok a month or so ago. It looks like a pleather filing cabinet drawer. You take it out of a zipper bag with Ann Kathy embroidered on it, unfold the box and place a soft little seat. This thing is cheap like $35 but I had an edible and thought it was genius and bought it. I’ve used it multiple times it’s very practical. I won’t go into detail dont worry but it does its job. Very thorough

But

If you’re like two more pounds heavier than me you’re gonna crash. It’s a little shaky. Or maybe it’s just my legs..

A wet cardboard box has more rigidity.

I love how it just folds into a thin square like a little exclamation of “hey no toilet here! Keep moving”

Ann Kathy.. sounds like someone I’d sit next to in a Presbyterian school in the 70’s. Or Elizabeth.

Oh and in the middle of all of this day my backdoor handle on my truck just ripped off. Overlanding must be kicking her ass. That’s where I grab shit out of my fridge. Fuck

I’m not going to go back and proofread this one. Have fun.

Night