A True Minimalist

He sat around charging his phone and eating some grub — the evening before he ate almonds and salmon jerky for dinner…and then again for breakfast. The iso-butane tank used to fuel his camp-stove was empty so he was unable to cook oatmeal.

I whipped him up a killer breakfast sandwich and went back to work while he sat in enjoyment. I wonder what a man thinks about while watching the pace of a society he left behind — he’s no longer slave to time or really anything material.

He said he’s — “learned how little he can live with, and how everything else is just luxury.”

The pack he carries weighs 45lbs and when asked how quick he’s able to break camp in the morning he said — “on a day I want to get up and moving I can do it in 15 minutes, but most of the time I’ll do it in 30.”

Apparently his most recent struggle is the loss of a sleeping bag compression sack. He was camping in the mountains on a windy day when the sack blew off a cliff and out of access — so he rolls the 30 degree temperature rated bag into the bottom of his hiking pack every morning.

He’s now somewhere on the coast of Northern California — likely trekking through the Redwoods somewhere along the coastal highway.

I enjoyed meeting Kevin! I’ve been living in a van for the past 9 months — so I’m no stranger to adventure.

I was tempted to load up my 40 liter Alchemist backpack and hit the road — taking my journey to the next level.