big rig looking for a tent experience. After
years of boondocking we found a seasonal property high up near Benson,
AZ. Life moves on and so are we.
Ron and Terry's
What you ask... does that
mean? Here we are in our seasonal winter home high up in the hills, miles
off the beaten path. At the end of the road if you really have to know.
Not a car or RV can drive by as it all ends at our closed gate. "Not a
Through Road" sign or even "Dead End" notice gives a warning. When a FedEx
truck rumbles up the gravel road we know where it is going.
The road ends about another
20 feet to the right at another fence and gate.
Gone are the days wintering
in Quartzsite in the BLM next to the main entrance road just inside of
La Posa North watching all the RVs coming and going. Waving to many with
the notion that... Hey they made it back this year. Did you see so and
so go by? People watching was an art in our many years of returning to
same spot... reviewing the people who after a long journey were relieved
to have made it back. Marveling at what some have cobbled together to live
the winter in the desert in. From huge fancy motor homes to broken down
vans with broken windows they all came to Q to hang out. A few just in
tents or the back seat of their car. More and more so over the years it
seemed as if it was becoming the winter haven of last resort... next to
Slab City I suspect. But by mid January you get the huge influx of the
elite and moneyed who come for the main events and only stay for the 14
day short term paid limit. Those who would normally never be caught dead
boondocking, but trying it as a sporting event to see if they could do
it. Some finding it not for them and leaving early and others who get into
the circle of things... discovering this is kind of fun (for a time that
is) till they retreat back to the gated RV resorts from whence they came.
Still others on the endless rally circuit moving from rally to rally all
winter. Circle up the RVs for protection from the rif raft and that must
have huge central fire to keep the coyotes away. Love their howls at night
if it can be heard over the hum of the generators powering the not to forgotten
luxuries of life.
You are conjuring up thoughts
this guy is lonely for the good life in Quartzsite. Ya a little withdrawal
to be sure (we did spend many winters there) but it is gotten over in short
order when a cool breeze blows and the desert dark gives up the heat stored
during the day... and brings on the cold. I'm sort of getting used to the
luxury of a large sticks and bricks if only for the winter. After all we
are going to Q to become one of those 14 day campers in January to refresh
our memories of the good life. Suspect our old stompen ground will be taken
by then but no sweet it's all about the commodore of being surrounded by
thousands of other like minded boodnockers marveling at the desert sunsets.
We did have a little fun
outing this week. Think was Thursday (time gets lost out here). A rush
of excitement if you will. Went down a couple of miles to the man
line of the Union Pacific Railroad (which we have to cross to get up to
our place) as it was the day they ran the Steam Train through. http://www.up.com/aboutup/special_trains/steam/index.shtml Union Pacific Railroad's
legendary steam locomotive No. 844 is traveling through the Southwestern
United States to kick off state centennial celebrations in New Mexico and
Arizona, respectively. The month long trip will conclude after stops in
southern California, Nevada, and Utah. We took this shot of it.