9/15/2013

A Home Without Walls

Entry # 6

9/15/2013

11:10 P.M

By: Ray (The Night Author) Homan

It is spooky where we are living in now. Since our "lease" came up at the previous camp site, we had to move into another for tonight. At the current rate, we would only be spending $77 as oppose to the $150 we spent for the other camp site. Granted, we lose electricity and there is no one that is camping around us, but it is cheaper and more peaceful ... During the daylight that is.

At the current time, I am working on the sequel book to Club Red, The Terrible Night at Carnival Red, and I have a lot of creepy images floating through my mind. Which helps my writing I guess.

There is a quarter of a mile hike to the bathrooms in this area, which isn't bad in the daylight. I had to walk up through the woods and then back after a shower. Every step I took, I was reminded what to do and what not to do in a horror movie situation like this; countless hours of horror movie watching had to have some reason.

The racoons are dangerous in this portion of the woods; even writing this, a racoon had gotten into the bed of our truck and had scattered unused plastic dishes around. When I ran out to him, he scampered off. As I started to clean up the mess, he was on the picnic table trying to get into the ice chest, which only has ice water in it! We went back and forth until I put everything into the tent.

Emotions ran high today. We visited the church under the bridge, which was a church home that my mother and sister had been going to before this time. This church appeals to both church going Christians and the homeless ones that live on the street. The church staff give out free baskets of food and offer coffee with waffles.

It wasn't the homeless life that brought me to the church, it was the waffles.

Everything that the pastor spoke about this morning was almost identical to what I have been saying here lately: God is changing us; he is putting us through harsh times to see his love; he brought us out here to create new beings. I thought it was eerie how he was speaking on the same cords as we have been out here.

After the surmmon, we went to do laundry at a very nice laundry mat, complete with free wi-fi. I was trying to upload last night's blod entry, but the wi-fi needed a passcode and the clerk didn't know it at the time.

Once we left from the laundry mat, Sara said that she wanted to try asking around at a nearby ranch for work. She has been trying to get a job working with horses since she was a child and she felt that today was her time to venture about. But, like I feared, the place only hired people with degrees and it was one of those places, "You need to know someone that knows the owner to get a job there." Very unfair if you ask me. Sara has years of training horses and she can spot a breed in a field filled with all kinds of horses. If you ask me, her knowledge about the equine nature could surpass the one that has a degree.

After the little venture to the ranch, our emotions were running high. It was hot outside and we were very hungry. So, tempers started to heat up around here and there were words exchanged. We collected ourselves and apologized for the harsh words expressed. We all know that if we start to push each other away with harsh words, we will not be able to make it peacefully out here. It will take the four of us to be strong in God's will.

The question keeps coming up, "What do we say when we are asked why are we constantly camping out?" We have kicked the idea around, because we know that question is going to come up at some point or another. To be honest, the only thing to say is, "We like to camp." The wildlife parks are looking for money and since we have an annual pass along with camping gear, why not camp? We would be spending more in a hotel room and even more in a rented house. The point of us camping out, with limited luxury, is to save money that will pay back our debt.

At first, I was a little ashamed of becoming homeless, but now I am proud. I am not homeless, because I have found God out in these woods. When you live within God, you are never homeless. He has provided us many things out on this trip and is changing us from within. If I cannot be proud of that, then what can I be proud of? God wanted us out here to make us stronger and wiser, for that, I am proud of saying that I love to camp out in God's wilderness to get away from all the distractions of the outside world.

--Night