Interview: Bryon Dorr about Exploring Elements.

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We caught up with Bryon Dorr for a fun interview about his life and travels!

Where are you from/where were you born. 

I was born in Washington, DC and grew up mostly in the Baltimore/DC area. My current address is in Maryland, but the PNW is the home of my heart. I lived in Portland, OR for about 4 yrs before hitting the road over 3 yrs ago.

So you drive around in an ultra bad ass rig. Why did you choose the rig you have? 

Thanks! My current adventuremobile is a custom expedition camper mounted to a ’01 Dodge Ram 2500 ext cab short bed diesel truck. I built this rig to drive around the world experiencing as much as I can in remote areas while doing adventure sports. I traveled in a 4×4 Sportsmobile for a few yrs before designing and building my current rig. I learned a lot of what I like and what I don’t when living and traveling full time in a vehicle in the Sportsmobile. The new rig, called the EEXP, is very close to my vision for how I want to travel.

Is that your dream rig? 

It is close to my dream rig, but not quite there yet. I really need to add a pass through from the cab to the camper, figure out how to get a little more clearance and tweek a few other items. Overall though the EEXP is a pretty spectacular rig!

What’s the gnarliest spot you have found yourself with that rig? 

Well, while I’ve only had the EEXP “complete” and on the road for less than 2 months I’ve already gotten it out and about. The gnarliest place so far would have to be Lockhart Basin Rd in Moab. It is a tight 68 mile Jeep trail that I did with some friends about 4 days after the new rig was on the road. Learned a lot about the rigs capabilities on that trip.

Favorite place you have been, this might be a tough one? 

Always a tough one, but an amazing mountain top campsite along the Big Sur coast in Cali overlooking the ocean with friends was pretty spectacular. It was about a 30 min very vertical offroad drive from Rt1 to get to this spot, and was well worth it!

For folks who see what your doing and think man that guy is just living the dream! What pointers would you give them. 

Ha, get that all the time. In the end each person has to live there own dream, and the grass is always greener on the other side. I love the direction I’ve pointed my life and the opportunities to explore that are opening up to me. Life on the road is not easy, but it is the path that I want to be on. Best advice for people is to just make a decision as to what path you want to go down and do it. There will always be obstacles and excuses, but in the end its all up to each individual to make their life happen the way they want it to.

Was this lifestyle intentional or did you happen into it? 

A little of both. Circumstances for sure kind of happened to get me a lot of the way where I am today, but there was a point as I was quitting my last “day job” that I specifically made it a point to decide to live on the road and find a way to drive around the globe. I’ve experienced too many friends pass away, both by freak accidents and through doing the adventure sports that they love, to sit in an office and watch my life pass me by.

If we want to keep up to date on your adventures how do we do that Thanks for hanging out and chatting with us for a bit! See you out there. 

Follow the adventure at: www.ExploringElements.com. You can also specifically check out all the awesome about the EEXP adventuremobile rig at: http://www.exploringelements.com/vehicles/eexp/. Great chatting as well. See you on the road, or maybe the river!

Field Reports: Ironman Traverse (V4). Flash Challenge Accepted and Crushed.

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By Rick Watkins

-Rick Watkins

Field Reports: The Flying M Diner. By Rick Watkins

Field Reports: The Flying M Diner and Dean Paxton.
By Rick Watkins
4-The Flying M Diner and Dean Paxton

The Flying M Coffee Shop Restaurant

After arriving in Panguitch, UT following the recommendation of a feller I met at the Mystic Hot Springs also in Utah, I stopped into what seemed the only open restaurant. The Flying M is a diner left untouched by the past.
After driving for long hours I always desire a warm meal made by someone else, and not to mention the fact that I had nothing to cook other than a pound of rice. I ordered a cheeseburger and a beer from Liz, the waitress characterized by a waist-length braided, graying pony tail. She was a plump woman with a kind round face adorned with circular rimmed glasses. Liz was kind and helpful without overly engaging; a skilled master of the duties of her job.
On the radio played classic oldies tunes like “Give me the beat boys” and “Spirit in the sky”. From the other room came the sound of a family of four children and their two parents. At the bar to my left an old man–an obvious local from the way he interacted with Liz. Though he only sat three seats away, I never could hear the sound of his voice. The man and I never spoke with each other or even made eye contact.
He must have been in his late 60s at the least. He had a balding white head with a resilient peak in the middle, and the typical enlarged nose and ears of the old. His skin had not been kind to him in the past couple decades as red lumps and warts had collected at the corners of his eyes.
Somewhere in the middle of my burger I asked Liz where I might camp the night in my van. Later after finishing my meal Liz asked me if I had room for desert. After inquiring as to the damage of my bill, $12.25, I declined. The man to my left finished his salad then proceeded to the register to pay. Then right as I left my seat to catch Liz at the register before she walked away, she walks to me and says
See that young man sitting there next to you, he took you off the hook.
-Excuse me?
He paid for your meal
-You’re kidding
Yessir a real nice fellow
-What’s his name
Dean Paxton. HE comes in here bout once a month. REal involved with the community. Always helps out with meals on wheels and such.
-Well could you tell him I said thanks next time he’s in here?
Sure can. See him next week.
What had I said to make this man, Dean Paxton, want to pay for my meal? Was it my grungy look? Dirty clothes? disheveled hair? My question of where to camp in the cold? My decline of desert? Other than the ingrained ‘yes mams’ and ‘thank you much’ of the South, that’s really all I said. Does Dean Paxton do this often? I will never know and really don’t need to know. Just take the generosity of a complete stranger and pay it forward. Thank you Dean Paxton very, very much.
P.S. Wow! After going back in for coffee and pie while I write this account Liz wouldn’t let me pay for that either.
-Really Liz? Is my money no good? Do I just look poor, destitute, invalid?
Unbelievable.

Would You Feed This Guy?

-Rick Watkins