Part One: Sleep Platform 2.0 and Onboard Air System
When One Thing Leads to Another
Twenty thousand miles, eighteen months, nine national parks and five states later, we got great use out of the WRōV’s original drawer system insert, cooking, cleaning, storing, it did it all for us. Along the way, though, I got into some wouldn’t-it-be-nice thinking, and then a couple of significant changes happened.
The first, more gradual change is the chemo’s impact on my declining strength and energy, making me consider more travel in the WRōV and less on the Triumph Tiger, which is a tough shift for me, both economically and emotionally. One of the more draining tasks in off-road driving is airing down and up for surface conditions and traction. Toting the Vaiair pump to all four corners to air-up was time consuming and arduous, so the first wouldn’t-it-be-nice box was an onboard air system that would cut down inflation times and work.
The second, more jolting change is the death of our beloved Ginger, from, ironically, blood cancer, and Maryann’s diagnosis of the same. If you’ve been following
Cornering Consciousness, you know we’ve been traveling with these two sisters for over a decade and that every build I’ve created included a dog deck for them to comfortably ride on. Such was the case in the WRōV.
Ginger especially enjoyed her place on our rigs and like us, relished the journey a bit more than the destinations. She was always ready to go.
Her death came shortly after
our recent outing to the San Rafael Swell, where she loved roaming Eagle Canyon, trotting along behind the WRŌV while I piloted the drone. Shortly after, her spleen ruptured from a large tumor and we lost her. We had Maryann examined only to find she has the same tumor, bigger and more vascularly inundated, so we’ve decided to take it more easy with her and keep her adventures to the ground. It’s just a matter of time. This has been devastating. I can’t help but think I jinxed it all when I joked with my kids about my own prognosis, that the girls (Ginger and Maryann) were sure to outlive me.
But, I was wrong. So, all things considered, I decided to make some changes to the way we travel.
To solve the airing issue, I crawled around the WRōV looking for a place where I could mount two ARB compressors. There’s no room under the hood without a radical redo of the cold air intake system, and while there were a couple of spots on the frame underneath, I just didn’t want the pumps to be vulnerable to the elements, especially to UDOT’s snow abatement practices. This new system would have to be mounted in the WRōV’s interior and plumbed to the chassis.
At the same time I considered using the space previously reserved for our canine companions for ourselves, a place to sleep like what I build in the Nomad, but with this new system incorporating the accoutrements from the previous insert, including the Dometic stove/sink combo, hot and cold running water and its drawer system.
See if maybe I couldn’t combine the best of both worlds. And give me something to do between my 20th and 21st rounds of chemo.