Friday, January 10
The crew and I return to Sidewinder Road, west of Yuma.
The Cargo Muchacho Mountains behind an ironwood tree at Sidewinder Road
We very much enjoyed camping at Kofa and spending time with our friends, Bill and Ann and their canines, Sammy, and Julie.
I have several reasons for moving camp.
Going to Quartzsite to take care of the usual errands is becoming less fun as more and more people descend upon that small town. I have things I want to get done and it’s easier to find items in Yuma, as it’s much larger than Quartzsite. The weather at Kofa is good, but Yuma’s weather is even better, as it’s about sixty miles to the south.
Also it’s time to dump.
When I hitch up to take care of that task, it’s hard for me to go back to the same camp. I get the urge to move on! Therefore, we say so long to our friends knowing that, with all likelihood, we will get back together again soon, probably before spring arrives.
The crew and I enjoy a leisurely drive southward across the desert.
Spike and Bridget are asleep as we go past the U.S. Army Proving Ground, on the very straight, two-lane Route 95.
In Yuma I fill up the tank of the Perfect Tow Vehicle at $3.25 a gallon. Leaving Yuma, going westward on Interstate 8, I take the Sidewinder Road exit at Pilot Knob and dump tanks ($6). While that’s in progress, a Class A pulls up behind the Best Little Trailer to wait its turn. A man and woman disembark.
Shortly thereafter I hear a voice.
“Excuse me? Do you have a ladder we could borrow? For some reason our door won’t open.”
I fetch the ladder from the back of the PTV and hand it to the gentleman. He sets it up and proceeds to climb up, into, and through a side window.
At one point only his legs from the knees down stick out of the window. Gee, what a great photo that would make. I decide against it as his wife is standing by the ladder and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
Since the door situation may take a while to resolve, the lady calls someone who’s at their camp and gives instructions to bring their ladder down to the dump station.
Soon the crew and I are back on the interstate.
We motor past the Ogilby Road exit that we use to approach Sidewinder from its west end. We continue a few miles to the rest stop where there’s a spigot. The fresh water tank and a few jugs filled, we backtrack to Ogilby Road and Sidewinder to find our camp.
This time I drive further away from the road than our last camp here in hopes that we won’t be recognized and will maintain some privacy. I find a good spot next to a narrow wash and proceed to position the BLT and the PTV, and then to perform set-up tasks.
What a beautiful, warm day. I like this site. The only RV in view is that Class A over by the hills.
Our only “neighbor” is really much further away than this photo makes it appear.
I stop what I’m doing to gaze at it. Hmm. . . That reminds me of Nina and Paul’s rig. Oh, well, I can’t tell one Class A from another . . . .
Someone has camped here before us, as evidenced by the fire ring. Do you see Bridget?
Once everything is set up how I want, I settle into my chair to contemplate our situation. I read a bit of the Dick Francis mystery given to me by Bill and Ann. Supper is light… a green salad with tomatoes, radishes and big chunks of cheese. I cook up some turkey for the crew and we take a short walk when they’re done eating.
Bridget walks right next to me making it hard to include her in a photo. The ocotillo are greener than a few weeks ago.
At bedtime I’m happy to find that it’s warm enough for light bedclothes. Bridget, Spike and I are comfortable all night with the windows closed and only the roof vent open.
Saturday, January 11
Sunrise from our campsite
Most of the morning I work on the previous blog post and photos. Of course, I have to do some tidying of the Best Little Trailer’s interior before taking the pictures of the new curtains. My ambition fired up, I clean the bathroom, too.
Some time after lunch, as I sit at my laptap at my table, I see through the side window, a woman walking with her dog. Hey, that’s Nina!
I jump up and stick my head out the door.
“Nina! Come on over! I’ll be right with you!” I grab my hat and my camera. When I step out the door, Bridget and Spike are already with Nina. Usually they put up a barking commotion when anyone approaches our campsite. Not when Nina comes around. Oh, no . . .
They love her!
Polly graciously and patiently allows the crew to soak up some loving from her Nina.
Nina and I spend almost the entire remainder of the afternoon sitting in camp chairs talking. Our paths seem to cross and crisscross often. She and Paul plan on going to Washington state next summer, so we have a lot to discuss. Of course, we engage in some blog talk, too. Her blog, in case there is anyone in the RV world who still doesn’t know, is called Wheeling It.
That’s all for now! Bridget and Spike are asleep in their usual places on the bed. I’m going to slide in next to the Bridge and read my book. I think I might make myself some popcorn first. I shouldn’t, but I know I will.
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Cow Plop Mountain near Ajo, southern Arizona. See people on top at left?
