
Exploring Sustainability without settling in ideological nests. Leaning into not-knowing. Questioning Everything. Aligning with change and possibility. Transformation of Garbage into Gold.

This is what one particular restaurant's creamy frying shortening looks like after being used one week in the fryers, then settled in the garage for another two weeks. The bottom is the crud and the hydrogenated stuff, and the top is colored and not hydrogenated or partially hydrogenated. I will pour this through the sock filters when enough oil has accumulated for a new batch.
The birds sing their songs regardless of who is listening, the mountains show their beauty and play with the light and clouds, why can't we humans too, share ourselves unconditionally? Is any flower or mountain exactly the same? No, they all have something unique and can be appreciated for that, so we too can share our uniqueness unconditionally. Value judging ourselves, and consequently others, has created a big boundary that I believe keeps us from walking on the "pollen path" as the Navajo call it. What is the pollen path? You're on it...................However, your sight might be obscured, clouded, covered up.
I believe running an old polluting vehicle and transforming it into something less harmful, without building new vehicles is a nice way to make the transition to a sustainable lifestyle, and re-use what we have. Transformation of oneself into something that is less harmful seems to influence those things around us that were also the products of the state of our minds at the time. If you change your relationship to yourself and the world, the world inevitably starts reflecting this different relationship in small but noticeable ways (some would argue that it takes transcendent endurance to see the changes, but I don't think it is that bad).
It is therefore logical to see what is around us and what we have created as a reflection of our own inner state of mind. Thoughts are seeds that when cultivated and watered in our minds crystallize outward. It doesn't take much reflection to realize the implication of responsibility we have for our own thoughts and their resulting consequences that ripple outward. I don't believe in a distinct right and left, I believe we all want happiness, the trick is finding out an imperfect but workable win-win route for all parties involved, this is a process fraught with trial and error, hard for the perfectionists in ourselves, but doable with some patience and creativity and perhaps most important of all, humility.
We met Kevin in Bend, after driving all day on the purchased 7 cubies from Reno, even with the 1 hour plus diversion to Pyramid Lake, we made it just in time before the tank ran empty. He had plenty of oil as well and we compensated him for his efforts and asked for the closest place to wild camp, or dry camp in the area, so we could visit my wife's favourite Mexican restaurant.We still torture ourselves and others on this planet, but what about this sunrise (some of these enlarge when you click on them)?
How do YOU respond to your planet that is always there for you regardless of how you treat it?
My wife has been a great help to this temporary incapacitated person now writing. Before heading north, we stopped by the Reno Costco, 11.99 for 4.67 gallons, comes out to about 2.55 a gallon! Compare this to 18 dollars a cubie in the Tri-Cities a bit up north, and that doesn't include tax. Nice soybean oil, not hydrogenated. We poured about 5 cubies in the tank, hopefully this will get us to Bend, Or, where another person has offered to help us with oil. We're camping by Pyramid Lake tonite on the Paiute Indian Reservation. The weather had turned dark, but the resulting views made it all the more spectacular..Even though it is only a 40 minute drive north of Reno, the place was pretty much deserted a bit past the beginning of the lake, we had no company, and the night was completely dark....


Kristina is standing in front of a 600 foot sand dune, it is one of only 3 in the world that makes a musical sound when the sand crystals move. But it is on BLM land, and the sand buggies, and motor cross folks seem to really enjoy going up and down the dune, not sure if there is a time to hear the singing dune. I hope to hear the voice of the dune some day..
The sunset is reflected by wetlands in the west below the desert sky.


A visit with Duncan who generously donated a bunch of oil in exchange for beer, to get us to Reno and some extra.
After that a nice lunch in (what I believe is the future of food and of survival), a Vegan, organic, live foods restaurant in Berekeley. Again, these folks were great, even the towels were washable, sustainable. "Cafe Gratitude" (I think that is their name) http://www.withthecurrent.com/
I realize to some this is going to far, but is it really? I have a friend, Jim Bell, who simply believes that we are in the process of becoming more conscious, less of a jerk. Conscious of what? Of who we are and our interconnectedness..This is not an easy concept to intellectually although science is really helping explain it, for most people it takes some form of solitute or contemplation to start understanding this at a deeper level.

Above is the pump at Real Goods, their pump was broken at the time, but they were selling B100 for about 3.50 a gallon.
They sell two biodiesel processors, the push button types, just add ingredients and click the start button, and 24 hours later 50 gallons of B100.
Their prices were 5-8 K.




Prairy Creek Beach
Before we got to the beach campground, I noticed a slight lack of power. Since the greasecar filter hasn't changed since the first install, I decided it was time to change this filter with a similar filter from Napa. This is a bit messy, as the filter is filled with vegetable oil, and the new filter has to be filled up with vegetable oil, to minimize air pockets. Since this was the first time and we're still a bit far from Arcata, I hoped we wouldn't get stuck. Decided to get it going before the somewhat treacherous trip through the muddy steep dirt road over some mountains to get to the beach. A bunch of elk were not too interested in the sound of a diesel, so they moved away. The german shepard that is one of our 4 dog passengers in our big driving doghouse also noticed the elk and started barking. When I started on diesel and switched to veg, the engine stalled...oh, oh. Back on diesel, after some starting this worked, and I decided to go fast on the highway, to make it easier to switch to veg. This worked, a bit of sputtering to work out the air, but it got better. Pictures to follow, as this library has a somewhat antiquated computer setup. Sometimes libraries can't be used as they require log-ons to use the internet. But the smaller towns seem to be less sophisticated so those work better.
The Dog House
Luckily we're not into carpeting, as the dogs enjoy the water and Skeeter below has a thing with digging in the mud..

As Bailey the Shepard is rather large for this camper, laying on the ground takes up more space than just sitting in the dinette, so we preferred her sitting in there..
