Saturday, February 3
Every morning upon waking I pull back the curtain above our bed. These days the view out our window is a disappointing, dull grey. Unlike previous camps in this part of the Sonoran Desert, the vegetation is dry and tired-looking. Bushes are grey mounds of sticks and thorns. The creosote is bronze. Even the ground looks worn, probably from cattle hooves and the sweeping of wind.
There is some green.
It is displayed by the scattered palo verde and ironwood trees, as well as the saguaros. In a certain light, even some cholla show a green tint.
Overall, the landscape is not as bright as before.
In contrast, yesterday’s sunset . . . Wow!
I think the coyotes moved away from our camp.
Reggie, Roger and I sleep better. Last night Roger did sound one alarm at the hooting of an owl. The owl was close, probably perched on one of the bare branches of the mesquite tree behind the Best Little Trailer. That would make a good vantage point from which to scan the area for rodents and lizards.
Recently a few readers expressed interest in boondocking here.
Before setting out for boondocking near Why, Arizona, do be aware that this is an area crossed by illegal immigrants and drug mules. (A mule is a person who transports drugs across international borders.)
There are signs.
They say “Illegal immigration and smuggling may be encountered in this area” and they aren’t lying. The truth of that message is verified when one finds discarded shoes and backpacks, or, as in the case of me and the crew on yesterday’s walk, when one comes across a pile of human excrement and soiled paper.
Not something that happens often. In fact, this is the first time for THAT discovery!
The times Roger barks during the night and I hear no coyotes or owl, I suspect someone is running through the creosote and saguaros in order to skirt around the nearby Border Patrol checkpoint. This is part of boondocking at this location. Thought you should know.
If you’ve read a few of my posts, you’re aware that I tend to write about the beauty of nature, the happy antics of my canine crew, and the usually pleasant unfolding of our days as full-time vagabonders.
Once in a while I feel I should balance all that happy-happy-happy with a few realities . . . such as a battery gone dead in the tow vehicle, an obnoxious behavior of someone, a once-lovely campsite that has lost its appeal, a nasty discovery while out walking, and so on.
Stuff happens. That’s life.
Should you be discouraged?
No! Not at all!
Just because one is retired and full-timing doesn’t mean one is exempt from problems and unpleasantness. However, I can attest that overwhelmingly the life of an RVing nomad is full of wonderful experiences. If you don’t believe me, well, I bet you haven’t read this blog from its beginning in 2011!
I treasure these precious days, these glorious sunsets.
This truly is the best time of my entire life.
When I chose this life for my retirement, I had moments of doubt. These were swept away by one, great truth: Whatever the new life brings, whether joy or calamity or something in between, it will be NEW.
This new life was my dream and it turned out better than I imagined.
For one thing, I didn’t imagine the sunsets!
However long the journey, however troublesome the obstacles and detours along the way, for me, it’s all worth it to be here, now.
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