Photo by Ed Boudreau. (The Defender has driven the entire Denali Road five times, and has been to the ends of the road twice in both the northeast in Labrador and in the northwest in Prudhoe Alaska.)
This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
About my Defender 90
Photo by Ed Boudreau. (The Defender has driven the entire Denali Road five times, and has been to the ends of the road twice in both the northeast in Labrador and in the northwest in Prudhoe Alaska.)
Defender Replacement 2018 version
Accessory
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Air compressor on board
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Accessory
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Air snorkel
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Accessory
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Bluetooth
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Accessory
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Brush bars
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Accessory
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Capable speakers
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accessory
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Console, but not too in the way
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Accessory
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GPS
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Accessory
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Heavy duty front bumper
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Heavy duty rear bumper
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Accessory
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Skid plates on differentials, gas tank
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Accessory
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Substantial AC
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Accessory
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Substantial heater
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accessory
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Tow hooks on front chassis
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Accessory
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Trailer hitch
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Accessory
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Winch 5000 pounds
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doors
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Capability to cage rear windows for dogs
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Doors
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Four doors (five with rear)
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doors
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Manual windows preferred
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Doors
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Rear door opens to right
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Drive
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16 inches of clearance
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Drive
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40 foot or less turning circle
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Drive
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Five speed manual transmission
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Drive
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Front, rear, front-rear differential locks
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Drive
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Hi/Lo/lockable front-rear
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Drive
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Lockable front and rear axles
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Drive
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Permanent four-wheel-drive
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drive
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Substantial towing capacity
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Electronics
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Minimal electronics
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Engine
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Powerful engine, 4.6 liter or higher
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Exterior
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Box profile
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Exterior
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Compact profile
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Exterior
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Dog accessible in rear
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Exterior
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Good road handling, not top-heavy
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Exterior
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No more than 84 inches with roof rack
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Exterior
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Retractable side view mirrors
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Exterior
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Running boards
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Fuel
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360-mile gas range (15 mpg X 23 gallons)
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Fuel
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Accessible fuel pump
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Interior
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72” in rear with seats removed down
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interior
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Not luxurious, no leather
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Lights
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Capability for adding floodlights
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Lights
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LED
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Lights
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Substantial headlights
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Roof
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Soft top with surrey roof capability
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Roof
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Sunroof
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Roofrack
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Shovel holder
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Roofrack
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Spare ladder holder
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Roofrack
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Full roof rack with rear ladder
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Roofrack
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Hi Jack Holder
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Roofrack
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Jerry can holder
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Roofrack
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Pull Pal holder
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Roofrack
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Water can holder
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Seats
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Front seat falls down and reclinable
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Seats
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Heated seats
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Seats
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Removable rear seats or complete fold-down
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Tires
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Spare tire mount on hood
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Tires
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Spare tire on rear door
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Tires
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Tire mount on back without container
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Tires
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Tires – BF Goodrich mud terrains quality
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X- Cost
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Affordable
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X- Warranty
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Substantial warranty
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X-Other
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Made in America
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Stainless steel bar for securing gas can - another problem solved
Another chore out of the way today…
I have an extra gas can compartment on the top of my roof rack. To prevent the can from flying out over rough roads, or some crook from helping himself to the can, full or not, there is a 9" metal bar securing the can to the compartment. Well, it seems that someone in my condo helped themselves to that before my last trip. I say that because the bar itself was secured with a lynch pin, which that provides security in itself, but can be farther secured with a lock. I discovered it was missing just before OTR8 in 2016, about the same time that someone from my condo loosened four the five lug nuts on my rear right tire, which I discovered 1000 miles into the trip just before the wheel almost came off. There are two suspects in the condo who would have done this, one of whom moved out about that time (his going away gift to me), the other of whom is known for this kind of mischief. She also glued the locked to my storage locker in my parking space when I was away on OTR8. The good news is that she was sued by our condo's managing agent for libel and slander and lost the case and her job in the process. A little schadenfreude never heart anyone. 😊
So I don't forget, below is the web site I found where I was able to get a new bar for my mechanic will fit it to the rack. Below it is the web site for the lynch pins.
There are hundreds of chores like this I have to go through in preparing for those trips. Each one takes time (this one, probably four hours). But they have to be done as there are enough problems that occur on the trip that need attention. These pre-trip postings are made for my own purposes, as a reminder to those who read my blogs that these trips ate not just a matter of packing, tossing the dogs in the car, and moving out/
http://www.navfastener.com/lynchpin.html
Another OTR problem solved
Barrier for dog in rear of Defender
In preparing for my eight (soon to be nine) road-camping trips with my dogs, the one chore that has consumed the most times was (still is) trying to create some kind of barrier in the rear for the dogs to prevent them from getting out. Until now, I have been using the disassembled sides of a large dog cage. They have worked just fine for the two side windows (when the side windows are rolled up), not only for keeping the dogs inside, but preventing other things like maps from blowing out, as happened on my first trip in 2000 when I had installed nothing. Only once did any of my dogs Leben and Erde breach the side gates, in 2001, when 25-pound Leben found a three-inch opening between the roll bar and gate, squeezed through, fell four feet the deck of the ferry and wandered around the car deck looking for me until I was summoned by the ferry’s purser at 6 a.m. one morning to go to the car deck to retrieve my dog. Lucky for me -and Leben- that he did not find the nearby opened door to the open deck of the ferry. I was again summoned on OTR6 in 2013 by the purser to do the same, except that that time it was “dogs.” Somehow, either then-12-year old and paralyzed Leben or his sister Erde managed to open the rear dog and I found both of them relaxing on the deck in the rear of the Defender.
The cage setup over the rear window worked quite well for all the other trips with Leben and Erde but became problematic with Donner, whose dominant skill in life seems to have something to do with escaping. On OTR8, in New Brunswick, just before I experienced the first of five Defender breakdowns, I came out of a store only to find that Donner had pushed the rear gate out of the way and found that the only means of escape -or so he thought- was between the rungs of the stainless-steel ladder on the rear of the Defender. He was wrong, and got his head caught between the rungs. Fortunately, he was not hurt or, as I was to learn later, discouraged from trying this again. That again happened three months later three times on that same ferry from Alaska. Three times I got summoned by the purser to “retrieve my dog from the car deck” when Donner managed to break though the rear panel of my brand-new canvass roof, push or clae the gate out of his way, and leap four feet to the ground. A new rear panel cost me $1000. Not wanting to repeat that expense, and embarrassment, not to mention injury to Donner, I have spent hours searching for a better solution. I think I found it with the below dog gate, although some reviews I read about it are not prosing in terms of its flimsiness.
The advantage of this gate is that I can put it inside the rear panel and not outside so he doies not claw through my rear panel. It also covers the entire 58-inch width of the rear instead the 40 inches of the current gate, which gives him 18 inches of hope. I will try this for a few months to see how it works. If it does not do the trick, my search will continue. If an appropriate gate cannot be found, perhaps the solution is a new vehicle, or perhaps a new dog (just kidding).
Ladder for Defender
Moving on with planning for OTR9, for almost 24 years, to get up onto my roof rack at the front, I stepped up on the runner on the passenger side of the Defender, grasped the roll bar and stretched my right leg as far as it would go onto the front fender and then stepped up with both feet onto the roll bar that runs the length of the bottom of the front window. Piece of cake. Not even some die-hard Defender experts knew how to do that until I taught them. As easy as that was, I always hated stepping down, as I had to search blindly and carefully with my left foot for the runner for fear that I might miss it and have to stretch that extra distance to the ground, an impossible task. Although I can still do it, with the residual problem left from my hip replacement (a damaged Gluteus Medius muscle), it is slightly more difficult. Instead of compounding one problem on top of another, I will not fight it and just ordered a telescoping ladder (see below) for $69.99. This beats renting some big Mercedes mobile mansion at $439 a night for three months, $39,510. This does not mean that I have decided the Defender will go with us for OTR9, but in all likelihood it will.
The URL for the ladder is here….
Incidentally, I use my blogs to help coordinate my planning for my trips instead of creating a separate one for this purpose. From time to time, then, you will see postings on here that may be uninteresting to you, but have significance to me, great significance in some cases, like this ladder.
Planning for OTR begins (February 11, 2018)
I still need to make a decision on the Defender, although my delay in looking for a new vehicle or putting the Defender on the market might be telling me something. I still need to take it for some long test drives, which I will do soon.
As for my residual limp from my surgeries last year, I am getting closer to finding out what is causing it, an atrophied gluteas minimis in my abductor muscle, probably caused by a nerve damaged in the hip surgery. So far, I have learned that there is no easy prescribed remedy for this, only experimental stuff, so it may be that I have to resign myself to this condition. No big deal, as it could be worse. However, it will prevent me from hopping up onto the roof rack on the front of the Defender, which means I have to figure out another way to dop that, or bring along someone on the trip who can do that.
Tomorrow I will being to sketch out some optional routes and start my To-Do list. Stay tuned.
ED
Update as of November 30, 2017
The Defender. After more than one year in the garage following the Defender's break-down in from Salina, Utah, and then haul back to DC, I finally got it back today and it is running superbly, due in no small part to its 4.6-liter engine, upgraded from 3.8. While I am somewhat hesitant to admit it, since April 2016, when I had to make a decision to either give up that beloved 1994 vehicle or figure out what was causing it to not start at times in wet weather (I opted for the later) until today, I figure I spent or invested more than $60,000 in repairs, upgrades and incidental costs related to its troubles (towing, hauling, car rental in the Yukon, etc.). Readers of my 2016 blog will recall my resolution on September 24, 2016, after it broke down on the cold, dark, grizzly-inhabited Alaska Highway, 220 miles from the nearest garage, that the Defender will ride again, and it did. That resolution was made partly out of my determination to not give up on anything I do, but also because when your vehicle breaks down more than 4000 miles from home in a foreign country with more than 1000 pounds of gear on it, and with a reactive 100-pound dog as the sole passenger, you just do not search for another way home because there is no other option. Readers will also recall that my mantra during that layover in the Yukon was the last three words of Nessum Dorma (from Puccini's Turandot), Vincero, Vincero, Vincero (“I will win, I will win, I will win”), which my spontaneous temporary travel partner Stefanie and I adopted for our mantra during some rough going in the Arctic. Well, I am happy to report that I vinceroed after all.
Donner. I am equally happy to report that Donner is doing well, and has improved enormously with his reactivity over the last year. After spending his first four years chained in L.A. backyards with no chance at socialization, my measure of his reactivity when he sees another dog has decreased from, say, 100 to 1. While he has yet to play with a dog, with some careful introduction he can stand side-by-side with dogs as if they were not there or the best of buddies. I am so proud of him.
Me. Readers of my 2016 blog will also recall that from time to time I referred to my “pesky sciatic nerve problem.” I lied. It was not a pesky problem, I was in dire pain with every right step I took. I just did not want to remind myself of what I was going through for fear that I might abandon the trip. Well, since then, after three surgeries (back, hip and knee) and almost 50 sessions with five different physical therapists, I am approaching getting back to normal. All indications are that the hip surgery either impinged or severed some nerves, preventing critical walking muscles from firing properly. My hope is that I will be back to my pre-2016 walking ability in two months, although right now I still need to use a cane on long walks. I also need to get rid of the weight I put on since my low-point on last year’s trip because of my inability to walk any distance until recently. Again, Vincero, Vincero, Vincero.
Stefanie. Readers of my 2016 blog will also remember Stefanie, the 24-year old medical student from Germany I ran into in the Canadian Rockies at a rest break and who then then joined me days later on the Arctic and Denali legs of my trip. Dedicated readers of the 0TR8 blog will recall that we adopted Nessun Dorma from Puccini's Turnadot as the song for our trip together, especially for its last three words, Vincero, Vincero, Vincero (I will will, I will win, I will win). Well, Stefanie visited me in November for two weeks and the big surprise for her was a box seat at the Met in NY for Turandot, when she thought we were going to an Explorer’s Club photo exhibition where my photo of our tent on the Arctic Circle was to be shown. Surprise.
August 18....A little change of plans
Those of you who read my blog from last year's trip will recall two things.
First, the Defender had to be shipped 2500 miles back home from cold, snowy Salina, Utah, last December after it improbably broke down for the 4th time on the trip, this last time just as we were about to get onto the last of the hundreds of highways, byways, and trails that we drove on for that fated journey.
Second, during the trip, I made the occasional, muted reference to my “pesky sciatic nerve problem.” Although I did write in muted terms, the fact of the matter was that I was in pain with every single right step I took during that 14,500-mile, 117-day journey, ranging from moderate pain, to pain bordering on and getting into excruciating. Since there was nothing more I could do about it on the trip, I just tolerated it, learned how to deal with it, and moved on.
As for the Defender, it was towed back to my mechanic in Virgina who eventually discovered that distributor had been installed incorrectly at the mechanic’s in Utah, and somehow the fuel pressure line had gotten disconnected from the engine. I guess these things happen. I retrieved the Defender from the mechanic in April, only to have it not start a week later due to a dead battery, caused by a small light on a new recharger outlet that was hard wired to the battery. I then had it towed to a closer mechanic who, as a former master Land Rover technician, discovered a number of other things needed to get it running in top condition, and so that is where it still is now. I am told the work is almost finished and I will have the Defender back in a week or so.
The news about my “pesky sciatic nerve” problem is not as optimistic, not yet anyway. As soon as I got home, I checked into my orthopedic doctor, who told me to see a back doctor, which I promptly did. That doctor told me I needed serious back surgery fast, which I had done on January 30th. When that didn’t solve my problem, I then went to see a hip doctord, who replaced my right knee on May 1. After 20 sessions of physical therapy, when I still could not walk without a cane, I went back to the doctor and he took an MRI of my knee, which showed a lateral meniscus tear, which happened during my hip surgery recovery. I then went in for arthroscopic surgery on my tight knee on July 13th, and the doctor found and repaired not one but two meniscus tears. After 10 more sessions of PT, when I realized that the physical therapy was not working and there was nothing more this therapist could do, I signed up with another therapist this past Wednesday, where I plan to spend the next three weeks or so to get to the point where I can walk without a cane, not to mentioned climb into a low-door tent leap up onto my roof rack, lug around 50-pound supply containers, and other things like that.
All of the above is by way of saying that there will be no OnTheRoad.camp trip this year, as originally hoped anyway. The earliest I will be able to get on the road now is mid-September, and that is too late to drive to Labrador, James Bay, or the Arctic Ocean beyond Inuvik in Canada’s Northwest Territories. But I am not giving up for some kind of road trip. I cannot. I need them to survive, now that they are in my system. If I am able to get on the road by mid-September, I might drive to the West Coast and spending the next six weeks driving that spectacular highway, and then finishing the trip as I did last year, through the Nevada and Utah deserts, and then on home. I cannot afford another breakdown again this year if I follow this schedule because my two-week travel companion from last year, Stefanie, the medical student from Germany who jumped from reading my blog last year into the driver’s seat of my Defender will be coming over to visit me in mid-November.
Interestingly enough, I am not disappointed with this change of plans. Sure, I was anxious to get on the road again, especially in my “new” Defender, and out of my comfort zone, especially after being “imprisoned” for eight weeks on last year’s trip and then since I returned home on December 4th. But I often said that 1/3 of the fun of these trips is the planning, so I will at least get that. On Monday next week, I will start the serious planning for OTR-9, wherever that may take us.
I will end this blog posting with the same last three words of the Turandot aria, Nessun Dorma, that got Stefanie and me through a rather adventurous two weeks, and then me home from some very tough predicaments after that, Vincero, Vincero, Vincero.






