Sunday, February 22
It’s good to be home at our camp along the Salton Sea after an unsuccessful journey to Palm Springs to find a new crew member. I heat up a bowl of chicken noodle soup for supper.
Tomorrow we reach the 15-day limit at Corvina Beach Campground and will have to leave the area. I still don’t know where we are going next! Gosh, I hate to leave. These past two weeks have been wonderful.
Monday, February 23
I pack up and hitch up. Bridget is on the bench seat of the Perfect Tow Vehicle. I turn to her. “You ready to go to a new camp, sweetheart?”
As we approach our new friend’s truck camper, he comes out and I stop. We say goodbye and wish each other good luck.
Driving the length of the campground toward the exit I glance at the Sea one more time. The early morning light and shadows on the Santa Rosa Mountains have become a familiar sight.
A ribbon of nine brown pelicans skim a few feet about the water’s surface, keeping pace with us.
“So long, brownies! Thanks for the escort!”
I point the nose of the PTV northward on Route 111.
We stop at the state park campground next to the headquarters. I dump the waste tanks, get rid of trash, fill up with water, and we’re on our way!
At Mecca I make a short detour on Route 195 to buy gas ($2.79 a gal.) at the AM/PM travel center. I dart inside and pick up a cup of coffee and also a berry danish (because I can!). Before leaving this convenient truck, RV, and car stop, I buy a foot-long sandwich at Subway. This will be lunch when we arrive at our new camp.
We turn northeast onto Box Canyon Road.
The road takes us through fields of grape vines, grapefruit trees and other crops I can’t identify.
Bare rock mountains are ahead of us.
We’ll be in the box canyon soon. We may have some rain today. I’m glad the wind is gone.
Thick grey clouds throw dark shadows in the deepest part of the canyon.
The box canyon was once a popular camping area. I don’t know if it still is. I don’t see any campers today.
It’s obvious the area is frequented by off-road vehicles.
Roads that once led to campsites are now torn up and pulverized to loose sand. It would be foolhardy to attempt to take a rig into that! I bet it’s an interesting area to hike.
I’m unable to photograph some of the most dramatic portions of the canyon due to this morning’s shadows. It’s a very scenic drive, meandering through tall rock outcrops. I drive slowly, stopping occasionally for a photo out the window of the PTV.
We emerge on the other end of the canyon to a brighter sky.
The landscape opens into a wide, flat expanse between the Cottonwood Mountains to the north and the Orocopia Mountains to the south. The freeway can be seen to the left of us. Eventually Box Canyon Road turns and meets Interstate 10.
I feel a rush of anticipation at the thought of finding a new camp in an area where we’ve never been.
A sign states our choices: Los Angeles to the west, Joshua Tree National Park straight ahead, or Blythe to the east.
We board the freeway and head east.
To Be Continued . . .
rvsue
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