Only one 12 months in the past, I wrote a facetious article entitled Dirtbag Lifehacks. I suppose it was solely half facetious— I had really carried out all eight of my strategies, however I wouldn’t essentially name my grandmother to inform her about them. For instance, after I’m on lengthy expeditions, I usually sleep in precisely the identical clothes that I put on throughout the day. Sure, I’ve heard in regards to the well being issues of carrying a sports activities bra 24/7, and when each pothole is frozen in frosty late November within the canyons, I’m not about to take my shirt off at evening. A lot to my husband’s chagrin, I usually depart my sleeping bag zipped as I counsel others “hack” within the article. I get so pissed off with caught zippers early within the morning or late at evening. My husband says he doesn’t catch his zippers as a result of he “zips a lot much less erratically,” no matter meaning.
However my dirtbagging has prolonged properly past a number of “life hacks.” Once I was 23, I used to be residing on a small month-to-month stipend (a alternative that I acknowledge comes from loads of privilege). I embraced creativity and frugality. I frequented the native Grocery Outlet (or gross-out as we used to name it) the place I’d usually discover low cost cereal that was about to run out. Nonetheless there was by no means any low cost milk. So as a substitute, I used water (or as I appreciated to name it “intern almond milk”). My sister, a designer in New York Metropolis, noticed me placing water into my cereal final Christmas and opened her eyes wider than I believed humanly potential with a gradual however highly effective, “ARE. YOU. SERIOUS?”
Do I nonetheless go tenting? Sure. I nonetheless adore it a lot. However for the primary time in my life, I really like sleeping on our mattress greater than my Therm-a-Relaxation.
I wanted curtains in a current rental so I thumbtacked my favourite in-camp Indian Creek gown and my accomplice’s Worldwide Climbers’ Pageant t-shirt above the window. That gave us about 80 p.c privateness (hopefully the fitting 80 p.c). Sorry, neighbors. One summer time I used to be working for an out of doors training group in northern California. Once I informed that very same designer sister about it, she was excited to set me up together with her pal’s dad and mom earlier than my contract. They generously took me in, even when barely horrified. Once I confirmed up, I had a small duffle and a trash bag filled with my tenting stuff. I used to be planning to hire a backpack for the precise journey, so I figured there was no level lugging round extra baggage. They kindly confirmed me to my room, ensuring to level out the bathe (I took the trace). Once I wakened the following morning there was a curler bag exterior of my bed room door. Not sure of the best way to correctly thank them, I cleaned the kitchen with all of my elbow grease. I nonetheless roll that pet round like there’s no tomorrow.
My accomplice’s truck was our house for a very long time. We obtained away with out renting a spot for the primary 4 years of our relationship with a slick mixture of sleeping within the truck, my sister’s basement, and the “resort” that our faculty runs (nightly fee: $7.00). We had extra belongings— bikes, skis, too many puffy jackets— than match within the truck, so the simple cell residing was made potential by having a storage unit. ‘Storage unit’ may be a beneficiant time period for the metallic cage in a basement that value $6.00/month to hire, however man did it really feel luxurious to have all the things in a single house (even when I had foot a invoice so as to take action).
It’s humorous how the low-level dirtbagging turned a bit of my id, a supply of delight. Not “humorous ha ha” however humorous bizarre. It’s not one thing I’m happy with or prefer to admit, however I feel there was ego concerned. An elitism tied to simplicity, perceived magnificence, frugality. Just like the stubbornness of hanging onto a flip telephone properly previous what made sense for my life. Sure, I feel we shouldn’t purchase stuff we don’t want. And no, a dirtbag isn’t higher than anybody else as a result of they solely personal three shirts or make curtains out of t-shirts. How a lot coal went into that artificial sleeping bag once more?
Over time, my selections have shifted. I began to make selections that my extra typical dad and mom understood— I took a job in an workplace, I began to pay hire, I separated “city garments” and “area garments” (although there’s nonetheless a 100 p.c overlap in all sporty undergarments and maintaining that city puffy off whereas I’m tenting could be very troublesome). The flip telephone turned a smartphone, and within the course of, I turned a extra dependable worker who will get misplaced much less usually. I began to place mascara on every single day and bathe (extra) usually.
The ultimate nail within the dirtbag coffin got here with probably the most thrilling, costly, and demanding buy of my life: a home. My husband and I weren’t searching for a house, but it surely appeared in entrance of us and was too good to move up. A pal restored a hundred-year-old log cabin in step with our values. Solar energy, lovely home windows, and one of the best neighbors we may ask for.
So, I’m formally asserting my dirtbag retirement. Do I nonetheless go tenting? Sure. I nonetheless adore it a lot. However for the primary time in my life, I really like sleeping on our mattress greater than my Therm-a-Relaxation. I get as enthusiastic about home tasks as I do climbing, and I discover myself convincing my husband that these two shades of white are so, so completely different. The outdated me continues to be in there too; hopefully with much less ego. We didn’t personal any furnishings for some time, so our first “ceremonial dinner” in our new house occurred on seats product of piles of books and a “desk” of stacked slicing boards. And I’ll be damned if I waste cash on heating the home greater than it must maintain the pipes thawed. As I write this I’m carrying a puffy jacket inside. Don’t fear, it’s my very clear and stain-free “city” puffy.
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