Now that we are used with our new way of life, here’s one of the things that defines our steps:
\nOur vehicle has a poop box, a reservoir that fills faster or slower depending on the heat of each. So sometimes we have to forecast to empty it because even if we’re not always looking at the cleanliness, we still have some principles of hygiene. In order not to bother people who welcome us home we decide to spend time to time a night in a campsite.
\nThis seems to us a wise choice, because if we can empty the poop box in these places it is also often an opportunity to discover the beautiful wild places, though public campgrounds are often located in national parks. We combine business with pleasure: after caring for the poop box we can make great walks and when we’re back we begin to refill the famous tank in preparation for subsequent stages. As friendly steps include sledging on the white sand dunes of New Mexico, waking up near the mountain and bikes rides a soft hair in the vineyards of Arizona (you have to taste) or the discovery of Bisbee, mining town in southern Arizona.
\nAs we leave the poop box hermetically closed when we are hosted, it allows us to remain friends with lovely people like Nicole’s family in Tucson with whom we shared unique moments and we discovered a very nice city. We should also mention the family of Peggy in whom we have just arrived in Roswell, New Mexico, whose very warm and generous welcome shames the Parisians. We spend some good times before having any problem: it seems that here there could be aliens…
\nIn hindsight we realized something by searching our places equipped: it’s not easy to find something to empty the poop box when you’re in the world asshole.<\/p>\n