Boondocking experts
I took it easy today, mostly relaxing and resting from all my travel days since I left Tombstone. It was only about 300 miles, but it did take me three days, so I think covering 300 miles in three days is such a blistering pace that I deserve a break and a few days of R&R.
There's a Walmart about 5 miles away from the VFW boondocking area, so one of these days, I'll mosey over there and buy some groceries. There's really not much for me to do here. I've been here numerous times, so I've done most of the tourist things in Yuma. So, I look at this boondocking area as a place to take a break, relax, and think about where I want to go from here, which, as usual, is mostly based on how I feel and the weather….especially the weather.
The "Big Show" in Quartzsite starts this coming Saturday, and I'm pretty sure I will go there for a few days to take some pictures of all the boondockers. I have a lot of good memories of Quartzsite and living in the desert. And its such a popular place with RVers in general and boondocker's in particular that there's always a lot of interesting people in town.
There are also a lot of knowledgeable people in town, and I always recommend that people new to boondocking spend some time in Quartzsite during the winter just talking to all the folks who spend their winters there. Those folks have found solutions for almost everything related to living comfortably off grid for long periods of time. Almost anyone can suffer through a week of boondocking with no hookups, but to do it comfortably and almost indefinitely, the Winter visitors in Quartzsite are the experts.
Theboondork
Campground at Dateland, Arizona.
Sunrise at Dateland. Sad news: I can no longer afford a Date Milkshake. It’s not the first time they’ve raised their prices, but it was the last time they raised them on me. I normally get a large date shake, which is only the size of a medium Styrofoam coffee cup, and they wanted almost $10.
So that went over some imaginary line in my mind that I absolutely refused to pay, so now it looks like I can’t afford to eat at McDonald’s any more or have a milkshake at Dateland… just one of the many downsides of getting old.
I stand on these tracks waiting for a train to go by, which this time didn’t happen. But I get a good look at all of the track damage, with the spikes coming out of the ties and spikes missing entirely. It makes me wonder if I’m camped far enough from the tracks that a derailed locomotive could reach me. I reckon if it could, I wouldn’t have to worry about the price of Date milkshakes anymore.