Saturday, December 9
The crew and I have camped at Midland LTVA for five weeks. During that time we’ve made several trips into town. Although there’s much I love about the all-terrain tires that the Perfect Tow Vehicle wears, they do make deeper tracks than regular tires.
The desert surface is a thin layer of small rocks over hardened sand. Our “road” (part of it shared by neighbor Del) has become two tracks of fine powder. No matter how slowly I drive as we make our way over the desert to the paved Midland Road , a plume of dust floats away from the rear of the PTV.
That’s one reason to move to a new camp at Midland.
Another reason is the wear at the campsite.
When Reggie and Roger are outside, they’re hooked onto a 30-foot, vinyl-covered cable. This tether keeps them from going away from the campsite to do their business. Mostly they relieve themselves on our twice-daily walks.
Even so, what they do at our campsite begins to accumulate. I bury their doo-doo; the other sinks into the ground. This being desert, there’s no rain to dilute and wash it away. After a while, ants and flies appear.
Time to move camp!
Yesterday (Friday) I put away loose items inside the Best Little Trailer and packed up the camp chairs and table. This morning I secure the interior, pull up the stakes, and stow the blue mat in the back of the PTV.
“Oh, look who’s coming this way!”
The crew and I are in the PTV hitching up when Del and his five-member canine crew drive up. They’ve been gone since early morning and now it’s mid-afternoon. Del brings the back windows down and immediately happy, dog faces pop out, barking to greet the barks of Reggie and Roger.
I walk over to their car. Over the din Del says, “I went into town to do laundry and then we went to Quartzsite. I wanted to look at RVs.”
He’s been wanting a certain Class C.
“I could not believe the prices!” he exclaims.
Skeeter jumps into Del’s lap and barks in my face. He’s really barking at his pals in the PTV.
“Let me take Skeeter over to Reggie and Roger.”
Through the window I grab his squirmy body and carry him over. I think my boys, while watching me pack up our things to move camp, became concerned that they wouldn’t see their friends again. This enthusiastic nose-to-nose contact is much enjoyed by all three.
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Waste tanks were last emptied five weeks ago.
Before settling into another site at Midland, it behooves us to visit the dump station across the main road. Roger and Reggie watch from the driver’s side window.
“Reggie. All the evil-eye in the world isn’t gonna’ make this job go any faster.”
Dumping goes without “incident,” which is a good thing because there’s no water at Midland. One must use one’s personal water supply to clean up any mess.
Fortunately, the only thing I have to rinse is the waste hose. This I accomplish with one of my gallon jugs of water.
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We return to the other side of the LTVA.
I like this side better than the main area. During the past five weeks the number of RVs over here has ranged from five to only two and it’s a very large area.
Right now only Del and I are at the back border of the LTVA, the rest are closer to the road. We’re all beyond shoutin’ and hearin’ distance from each other.
Previously the crew and I scouted for a new campsite on foot/paw.
It’s tough locating the one I like best from within the PTV. Look-alike desert bushes, wavy washes, and a few, widely scattered trees don’t make distinctive landmarks!
Several small washes reach from the back border to the road. Once you commit to driving between two washes, you go where the opening takes you . . . unless, of course, you’re a neanderthal who thinks nothing of crushing across washes where small animals (rodents, desert tortoises, lizards, snakes, maybe kitfoxes) have made their homes.
Also, if one has any aesthetic sense at all, one wants to avoid making new tracks in the easily marked, desert surface.
I find the primo site!
I take great care to back the BLT into the perfect position. I want sunshine to reach across a large portion of the blue mat in the morning. Then I want shade on that side in the afternoon. I also want the back window angled so I can watch sunrises from my bed.
I also want this large, gnarly ironwood tree to block my view of Del’s rig, even though he’s far away.
See? Del’s rig is on the other side, off in the distance . . . .
I also want a great view of the Big Maria Mountains from my camp chair.
At last I have everything perfectly situated!
This campsite, while maybe not apparent from my photos, has more “charm” than our previous site. I really like it a lot.
I don’t know if you’re interested in all this.
I’m not sure why I went into such detail. I guess to demonstrate that camping in a dispersed/boondock-type area like an LTVA isn’t as simple as driving out into the desert and putting on the brakes.
Not if you want your home site to be as best as it can be!
I think nesting one’s rig is great fun. I’m “tickled pink” (a favorite expression of my parents) with our new home!
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The crew and I make a run into town.
I pick up a few supplies and a celebratory dinner of . . . yes . . . rotisserie chicken, and, for desert, sherbet (don’t tell anyone).
Hey, it was on sale!
In the middle of the night Roger sounds an alarm.
After he calms down, he and Reggie indicate they want a potty break. We step outside in the quiet darkness and . . .
We’re startled by a large bird taking off from the ironwood tree.
The boys quickly relieve themselves and we hurry inside to our bed. From my pillow I look up through the window at the stars. In my mind the day unfurls like a scroll, from the gleam of sunrise all the way to the sudden flapping of wings in the darkness of night.
I wonder what the heck that was. It sounded huge. I hope it comes back to roost in our tree. Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of it . . . . I like our new spot here . . . It’s nice.
Gosh, how I do love the desert!
The Best Little Trailer at second campsite at Midland LTVA — Photo taken at dusk
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