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McConaughey's "Sahara" Stream Journals

Wednesday, March 16, 10:11 a.m.

 Photos: Camping north of Kansas City

Mile 4,882, Golden, Colorado. As you can see by the pics, Kansas City was perfect. I got time to really set up camp for two full days, meet the neighbors, and it was a warm 58 degrees (compared to the Northeast wing of the journey). It was what I love about this type of travel — great night's sleep, little electrickery, good weather and BBQs. We got on the road headed for Golden yesterday morning around 10 and, after not having to drive too far for the last two days, felt like drivin' all day till we got here (11 hours). Meeting more and more Clive Cussler fans along the way. Most are from 20 to 60 years old. They all tell me, "I read the Dirk Pitt novels because it's like going on a vacation." Well, this is what the film is like as well — a fun, classy, cool adventure.

E! has been with us for the last few days filming. Got in here last night to Dakota Ridge RV Park and met up with some people that I know from previous stays out here. It's around 30 degrees again, but the Rocky Mountain high makes for good O2 for to inhale. I've been asked many times what I miss the most while out on the road, and all I can say is my dog, Ms. Hud. She got cancer in July of last year while we were on the road and "moved on" a few months ago. This RV park in Golden was one of her favorites with lots of mountains to climb and good smells around. Lots of people are "offering" to get me another dog, but I let them know that when I get one, it'll just happen. One will probably show up somewhere and I'll look over at him or her two weeks later and say, "You're still here?" and that will be my dog.

I'm keeping busy but makin' sure I get time for myself and get good sleep for my health (I like the first hour or two at the beginning and end of each day for myself). Doin' a lot of writing and listening to music. I hope all's well with you readers, and I want to thank you for "bloggin' in" to this bizarre and cool American Saharastream adventure. I'm proud of this film and honored to be out sellin' it, 'cuz it's worth it. When you see it on the eighth of April, you'll see what I mean. In the live time, I'll keep makin' a livin' with my life and a life with my livin', 'cuz when the J's for "just" and the K's for "keep" ... that's livin'.

Stay healthy, take care of yourself and your loved ones, and have fun doin' it.

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Tuesday, March 15, 8:20 a.m.

Good lord — 7:30 a.m. in the RV park and Jehovah's Witnesses knockin' at my door.

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Monday, March 14, 10:14 p.m.

Hey, you know what the new fashion movement is? As per Deborah S. Ramsey from Chicago, it's "all jackets and underwear." I said, "Underwear's been 'in' for a while, and it's cold in Chicago, so of course you wear a jacket." She said, "Like I said, the new fashion movement is jackets and underwear." New, old — both are true.

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Sunday, March 13, 5:41 p.m.

 Photos: Trying out the "one-wheel" with Grubby

Now I'm really camping out. Up at sunrise, coffee, stretch, walk around the lake, made some eggs, turned on the NCAA basketball, called my mom, cleaned out the air filters on the AC. "Scrubby" (who reminded me his name is really Grubby, excuse me) came by with his unicycle and we farted around on it for an hour or so. I busted my ass and made it about four feet on my longest "ride" (see pics). I gave Grubby a few pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses that I have in excess and he said, "Man, this is like a birthday." I also got him a pair for his 13-year-old son's birthday, which is today. Grubby gave me an American flag and an 18-foot pole to hoist for my "Saharastream." I've been lookin' for one for a few months, and look how it came to me — met a neighbor, hung out, gave him somethin', he gave me somethin'. Win-win. Perfect. My friend Mark, who works with me in J.K. Livin Productions, is comin' in tonight and we're gonna grill some yard bird tonight, tell some lies and I'll get up in the morning and do four hours of interviews tomorrow out here at the Saharastream. Got some good pics comin'. Hope y'all had a great weekend and took your time. 'Cuz it's yours.

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Saturday, March 12, 4:39 p.m.

Sunshine's fine. Caught three brim with Scrubby. So small you'd "have to catch 16 to make a biscuit," said Scrubby. Scrubby's a boilermaker, livin' out here in his trailer while he's on the job. Never having seen one of my films, he asks my name. I tell him what I do and he thinks it sounds "cool," but we mostly talk fishin' and how fishin's not necessarily about catchin' fish. Good conversation and a cold beer'll do fine. We have that beer around 1 p.m., talk about religion and where we're from. He tells me he's got a great wife, then calls his dad to check on him. His dad's not home and he leaves a message for him, sayin', "Hey, pop, I'm just checkin' on you. Out here fishin' with a guy I met named McConaughey who says he 'grand marshalled' the Daytona 500 this year. Thought you'd think that was neat since you was there. Talk to you later, love you." We fished for a few hours, said "See you later." Caught three tiny brim. That's fishin'.

Back in the "Saharastream" by 2 p.m. From all the frozen weather terrain we covered in the Northeast, I've returned to warmer weather with a few plumbing leaks from frozen pipes and built-up water pressure. I found and fixed one of the leaks out of the faucet on my own, but now I seem to have found another. I'm not finding the solution to this one yet and am not sure that I will on my own. I think I'll call Larry's Mobile RV Repair, see if Larry can swing by and fix my plumbing.

Larry arrives at 3 p.m. Yeah, frozen pipes in the Northeast gave me a bogey with some frozen pipes. Seems water froze (which means it expanded) and stretched a water line that leads to my bathroom. That's where the leak is. Larry's got it covered. Leaking ball valve — gotta run across town and get one. Be back in an hour. Like they say in Mali, Africa, "Architecture is a verb."

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Saturday, March 12, 9:44 a.m.

Eight hours of no-dream top sleep. Awake to the sound of a sparrow tappin' on my bedroom window. Sunrise light is crossin' through the open window I left last night. I look at the clock, it's 7:30 in the morning. Look outside the window from my bed and there's not a cloud in the sky. The temp feels around 60 degrees. I haven't felt 60 on this trip since Atlanta. I get up, put on an old pair of jeans, fire up the stove to heat the coffee, and take a walk with a loaded toothbrush down to the nearby pond. A guy who calls himself "Scrubby" is fishin'. No bites yet, but that's not really why he's there. He says I can borrow his rods and reel anytime if I wanna. Thanks. On my way back to my trailer with clean teeth, I see the same sparrow that woke me up now perched inside my open doorway on the floor. He's friendly and probably hungry. I pinch off an old hotdog bun and spread it across the grass in front of my Airstream. He is hungry. A pair of red-breasted robins join in for breakfast. The drill of a large woodpecker thumps the side of a hardwood tree across the pond. I boil some fresh water and soak some clean cotton in it so to wash my face. Coffee's ready — add some skim milk and a spoon of brown sugar. Open all the windows so 'cuz the "Saharastream" wants to breathe. Leave the door open 'cuz that sparrow might come back. I give the floor a good sweep. Air filters are dusty, so I brush 'em out. Gonna walk down the road to drop off a trash bag. Scrubby's still got a line in the water. Woodpecker's still peckin'. It's nine o'clock. Won't lock a door all weekend. Gonna go join Scrubby, naturally.

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Friday, March 11, 11:14 p.m.

Got to Kansas City and found an awesome park north of KC that is right on the money — in the hills, on a lake, in the middle of nowhere, can hear nothing but the birds, the water and the occasional plane flying overhead from the local airport. Set up camp the real way for the first time in six days because the cold and snow kept us from doing so in the Northeast. It's 55 degrees here, and when compared to the 12s an 22s we were consistently in for the last week, this feels like a heat wave. Under blue skies, I hooked up the AC, the H2O and the septic. Lit the grill, marinated some rib eyes, cold beer, stars in the sky without a city light to shine from the ground. Yes, this is RVin'. Plenty of acreage, room to view, listen and smell. You can't even hear the electrickery from here if you tried. This is part of what's so cool about this kind of livin'. See the land, see the horizon, bang a drum and hear it echo, listen to the geese quack back to your beat, watch a basketball game from a friend's alma mater, bet 50 bucks on the other team just so I can give him sh-- throughout the game. Take my time, take our time. Gotta take it to give it. It's beautiful here.

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