Who pulled the plug on my beach?

After a day of hiking in Chicopee Woods, I decided a stop at the campground’s beach was well deserved.


Unfortunately, Lake Lanier was/is down about six feet and the beach had pretty much disappeared.


Yup… that yellow line you see is the barrier you shouldn’t swim beyond.😛


boats keep out… you think?

I still managed to wade up to my waist, as I sunk into the muck of the lake. So, yes… I went to the beach.😛


Day two at Old Federal and a five mile hike

After spending the night at my perfect spot, it was time to shower and do my business at the campground facilities.

I was pleasantly surprised at the cleanliness of the showers, and each had doors and shower curtains. This also lead me to question if I truly need a camper with a bathroom. After all, how much time would I spend in there?

clean bathrooms are our friend

I spent my day hiking the West Lake and East Lake trails at Chicopee Woods. It was beautiful, as you can see from the pics.




I checked… the Smurfs were not home


Solo camping at Lake Lanier

I spent the weekend solo tent camping at Old Federal Campground at Lake Lanier. This was my second time camping alone, and I had a great time.

I had researched the campground in advance and had decided on tent site 22. The facility map on the Recreation.gov site provide a view of most of the sites on the campground.

I arrived early… at 1:00… the check-in time listed was 4:00. Still, Grace (the person working the office/entrance) was a delight and allowed me to check in early. After paying my $40 for the two nights, I was anxious to check out my lake view and set up my two-person tent.

my view for the weekend
my Coleman two-person tent is a breeze to setup… it takes less than 10 minutes

There are seven primitive “walk to” tent sites at Old Federal Campground. “Walk to” does not mean “hike to”, so I didn’t have to worry about a trek to my car. As you can see, it was right above my site… and there was a paved walkway leading me to Mindy.

Mindy watches over the campsite
Mindy watches over the campsite

I would definitely recommend the “walk to” sites, as it made it feel like I had my own private beach. I took full advantage of it, too… spending time reading and listening to water.

my own private beach at Old Federal Campground
my own private beach at Old Federal Campground


My idea of camping may be different that most, as I have never been a big fan of cooking… even grilling out. So, dinner was provided by Tiny Julius (aka Little Caesars).😉

pizza for dinner… yes, please

As the sun set for the evening, I was reminded that I had picked the perfect camping site.



relaxing with a book and a blanket in Piedmont Park

I love that I have the opportunity to pace my day based on what I want to accomplish. I love that my space, my apartment, is custom-fitted for me and the work I do and the lifestyle I live, rather than for guests I might someday have, or someone else’s ideas of what a space should look like and contain.

It sounds horribly anti-social, I know. But that’s kind of a loaded term, isn’t it? Anti-social?

It implies that social is what we should aspire to be, while quite often ‘social’ gets in the way of what we really want to accomplish.

Why not ‘pro-self’? Individual-focused? Me-shaped?

There are immense benefits to having a good group of friends. People you can reach out to when you want a conversation and a beer. People you can discuss heady topics with when you’re feeling intellectually stopped-up. Folks who help you track time and make memories, sometimes by just being there.

But there are aspects of one’s development that can actually be stunted by an over-focus on socializing. Not being able to be alone — and to not just survive, but thrive, as an individual — seems like a limiting trait.

Colin Wright, Lifestyle for One

No… I didn’t write this, but it sounds like something I would write (or at least say).

Colin’s post is a bit of serendipity. I am headed out to do some solo tent camping today near Lake Lanier. Pics to follow on Instagram.

New tow in tow… say hello to…

I picked up my new tow vehicle yesterday, and I love her. Say hello to Mindy.


Mindy is a 2016 Jeep Renegade, 4×4 Trailhawk edition.❤❤❤

I will explain my buying technique in a later post, as I am a hard ass when it comes to buying a car. I will also talk more later about my decision to buy a new vehicle (I have been carless for a year). For now, let me gloat on my new purchase. Mindy…

  • has a beautiful orange color (Omaha Orange)
  • has spent the last several month in Boone, North Carolina; I had her delivered to Atlanta
  • is fully equipped with all of the bells and whistles
  • includes a dual-panel roof (My Sky) that can be removed for topless days😉
  • can tow up to 2,000 pounds

I know that many avid RV-ers may question my decision to purchase a vehicle that can only tow 2,000 pounds, but I will explain my thought process in a later post. Again… this is Mindy’s time to shine.😛

Why the name Mindy? I’m glad you asked. You see, she will be in charge of pulling along her partner, Mork.

I deem him Mork… Na-Nu Na-Nu

What do you think of Mork & Mindy?



Living in 420 square feet

September 2016 marks my one years anniversary of living in 420 square feet. I had been dipping my toes into minimalism for some time, but it was a year ago that I dived in, moved out of my posh-ish midtown condo, sold my car, and moved into my current studio in Downtown Atlanta.

Patrick explores the new digs from the highest point he can reach

I am happy with the decision I made. Living with less has been an incredible experience. I wish I had chronicled my journey from the start, but here is the timeline in a nutshell.

  • November 2014: I place an offer on a studio in a historic downtown building (William-Oliver Building) with the intention of renting it. It is a short sale, so I am aware that the process could take a few months.
  • June 2015: Seven months of going back and forth with the bank and the deal is done. I now own a piece of Downtown Atlanta.
  • August 2015: I have decided to ramp up my minimalism game and move to the studio. In addition to cutting my living space in half, I decide to list my car for sale on eBay after the move is complete. The big purge begins.
  • September 2015: I move from 900 square feet in midtown to 420 in downtown.
the lobby and elevators at the William Oliver Building
  • October 2015: I am content with my new place. My car is sold. I begin to read more about the minimalist lifestyle.
  • November 2015: I list my midtown condo for sale. I will either sale or rent my midtown space, whichever comes first. I join an Atlanta minimalist group on Facebook.
  • December 2015: My name makes it way to the top of the rental list for the midtown condo. I receive notification from management that final approval should be granted in January. I also decide that my wardrobe could use the minimalist treatment. I opt to store all shirts and wear only 10 v-neck t-shirts in different colors. This will become my uniform.
  • January 2016: I pull my listing for the sale of the midtown unit. The condo is rented by the first tenant that views it.
  • August 2016: As my one year anniversary approaches, I decide to take my philosophy of less stuff, more living to the next level. I start looking at campers and contemplate my journey of traveling across the USA in a tiny RV.
the “uniform” I adopted in December 2015

Life is good.

Scamp ordered… Bring It!

I bite the bullet, paid my my $500 deposit, and order my Scamp last week.

I opted for a 13 footer with shower/toilet, roof mounted AC, roof mounted fan, furnace, vinyl floors, screen door, extra cabinets, stove cover, 12v outlet, and extra lights.

Now… the wait begins. My new micro home on wheels will be ready in mid-January.

I also opted to have the factory leave the decals off of the Scamp, and it my intent to give her a retro look with a cool paint job, like this…


What do you think?

The day Mother Teresa visited

Mother Teresa has been declared a saint for her work with the poor in India. However, I came across a little nugget that I did not know… Mother Teresa also visited “my neck of the woods” to help the poor.

I was born and grew up in Southeastern Kentucky, spending the first 19 years of my life in Hazard, Kentucky. I actually lived in what I somewhat-affectionately called sub-Hazard, outside of the city… about 20 minutes away in Busy, Kentucky.


Having spent almost two decade in rural Kentucky, I had no idea that Mother Teresa passed through. I guess I was too busy playing with my G.I. Joes. Even so, the now Saint Teresa visited twice… once in 1982 and again in 1988.

Mother Teresa shook the hands of a well wisher upon her arrival in Jenkins, Ky., June 19, 1982. She was there to open her first Missionaries of Charity convent in Appalachia. Photo by Charles Bertram | Staff

Mother Teresa had established a Missionaries of Charity convent in Jenkins, Kentucky. Most of the convents she had established were in larger cities, but here she was in Jenkins… a city that currently has population of about 2,200.

“For me it’s the people I look on, not the place,” Mother Teresa told reporters when the house was opened. “It is not the numbers. In Calcutta it may be thousands; here it may be two people.”

According to Wikipedia, Missionaries of Charity care for those who include refugees, former prostitutes, the mentally ill, sick children, abandoned children, lepers, people with AIDS, the aged, and convalescent.

I can’t help but thing what an amazing day it would have been to meet Mother Teresa at age 7… or 13… or at any age. It would be something to remember forever.

Having read about Mother Teresa’s visit, I am reminded we are one human race and we should help our fellow man whenever possible. I am also reminded that great and newsworthy things can happen in small towns. I am reminded that life is for living.

I am ready for my next adventure.