Desert lilies bloom around our camp at Midland Long Term Visitor Area, Blythe, California!
“Aren’t they gorgeous, Reg? I love them!”
We zigzag across the desert, from one desert lily to the next.
“Come this way! This one’s a beauty!”
I lower myself with my camera, a fitting curtsy to royalty!
Yesterday afternoon and all last night, it rained.
This morning the ground is still wet in many places, mostly in the washes. The sand is so hard-packed that we don’t sink into mud.
I’ve been watching the lilies for several days.
My anticipation has grown every day from when the first, rippled leaves appeared, then the stalks, followed by buds . . . .
When I spot the first bloom — a white dot against green — Reggie and I sprint over for a close view.
What a treat to see my first desert lily!
Now I see plants with double and triple stalks with bloom clusters and more buds yet to open.
“Look at this one, Reggie. It’s a tall one.”
Recently, in the comments section of this blog, a reader asks if I have an exit plan.
In other words, when the day comes that I decide (or am forced) to stop full-time vagabonding, what will I do?
During daily walks with Reggie, when I’m not going nuts over desert lilies, I’ve given thought to that question.
Back in 2011 when I sold my house and most of my belongings, headed to Texas and picked up the Best Little Trailer from the Casita factory, I wasn’t thinking about an exit plan.
I brushed it off with “Something will work out.”
Only during the past year, when in various places, have I found myself wondering, “Would I want to establish a home base here? Gradually make it my permanent home?”
Briefly I consider it and then, “No, I’d tire of this place. I’d be itching to move to the next camp!”
I can’t imagine me settling into a permanent space in an RV park or getting rid of the BLT to live in an apartment.
After years of quiet solitude, feeling a closeness with nature, I’d surely lose my ever-lovin’ mind.
I’m not kidding.
To give a simple, direct answer to the question . . . .
No, I don’t have an exit plan, unless you call trusting that one will be provided as a plan.
For example . . .
In 2011 I had no idea that my fledgling blog would grow to become this Great Big Goose laying golden eggs aka Amazon commissions.
If you told me that’s what would happen, I wouldn’t have believed it!
Saving every penny of commission toward a second retirement and having faith that things will work out is the closest thing I have to an exit plan.
Call it the His-Eye-Is-On-The-Sparrow Exit Plan.
Stick with me through the coming days, weeks, years, however much good health and time I’m given on the road and on this planet, and together we’ll see how this plan works out!
Meanwhile . . . .
“Consider the lilies, how they grow . . . .”
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