Tuesday, March 6
Well, so much for an early start.
Even though I’m into the seventh year of full-time vagabonding with my crew, I still become excited about an impending camp move.
Last night it took me a while to fall asleep.
I finally dropped off in the early morning hours. If it weren’t for Roger and Reggie jumping around in their usual, morning hilarity, I would’ve overslept.
By overslept, I mean to get an early start on moving day. There’s really no such thing as oversleeping when retired!
I’m scurrying to finish preparations for the road when Del drives up with his crew.
He parks on the other side of the wash. Reggie and Roger are already in the Perfect Tow Vehicle. They hop and bark to be let out.
“Okay,” I say, placing them on the ground. “Go say bye to your pals.”
Away they dash!
Skeeter meets the crew first. The three of them turn to greet Beebee, Buddy, and River (the latter out of frame).
Yesterday I promised Del that we’d stop by his campsite this morning before leaving our camp at Midland Long Term Visitor Area (near Blythe, California).
“I’m on my way into town,” Del explains, “so I brought everyone over.”
“I’m glad you did! I’m late packing up . . . . ”
His crew and my crew run this way and that.
I twirl around with my camera. Buddy is checking out the Best Little Trailer.
I try my best to photograph little, black River.
He has a way of avoiding my camera and when I do get a shot of him, his blackness hides his features. In order to include him, here’s a photo from several days ago that didn’t make it into a post.
River has the loving nature of a rat terrier. He’s put on a few extra pounds as he’s matured and his chin has turned gray. (River is around twelve years old.) Still sweet as ever!
Del and I hug goodbye.
I promise to call to let him know we arrived safely at our next camp. Not one for long goodbyes, I catch the boys and pop them into the PTV. At the same time, Del calls his crew to board their vehicle. We wave to each other as he drives away. Canine faces peer out the back window.
It’s time to back up the PTV for hitching.
I slide into the driver’s seat and turn to Reg and Rog.
“Well, that’s that. Don’t worry, guys. You’ll see your friends again someday.”
Soon we’re ready to leave. We make a quick stop at the LTVA’s trash bins and dump station and . . .
We’re on our way!
Interstate 10 takes us due east from Blythe, through Quartzsite, and across Arizona, past Saddleback Mountain at Tonopah (a previous boondock), to Buckeye.
We head south on Route 85.
At Buckeye Hills Regional Park, I turn in. I want to check the status of camping.
It’s true — This free camping spot is closed. Reggie, Roger and I walk the dirt road past empty camp sites.
Boarding the PTV, I assure them, “It won’t be much longer.” (I think they’re learning the meaning of that sentence!)
At Gila Bend, we spend the night at the RV park behind Holt’s Shell Station. At the senior citizen rate, it’s $19.99 plus tax for one night.
In the morning, we’re back on the road.
I have an idea where we might find a nice boondock!
rvsue
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