Ancient drivel
Apology.
I had planned on going into town today, but along with the cloudy weather that I was expecting came a bunch of wind, and it didn't take much wind to make me change my plans.
But that change of plans left me with absolutely nothing to write about today, so I had to use the previously mentioned wind problem to transition into my blog post about how utterly nothing is going on in my life today and resort to digging up ancient drivel about my life 40 years ago.
Today’s blog post.
Maybe if I had been into sailboats when I lived in Miami, I would've appreciated the wind more nowadays, but in all the years I lived there, all the boats I had were related to fishing and diving, and only once did I even consider a sailboat.
You would think that wouldn't be the case since my sister and her husband lived on a sailboat in the Florida Keys, and I could go out with them anytime I wanted to, but I don't ever remember wanting to. It seemed to me that they either hit a reef, ran aground, or something broke almost every time they went sailing, none of which made me the least bit interested in risking my life on a merciless sea.
But at one point, I had a friend interested in the small catamarans called Hobie Cats. He liked to race them and, at one point, almost talked me into buying one. It sounded like a good idea at the time because he would teach me how to use it, he knew about all the used Hobie Cats for sale, and I would have someone to go sailing with.
All that made sense until I realized I didn’t care much about boats. In other words, I didn't go riding around in my various boats just to be in a boat. To me, the boat was transportation to get me somewhere. Whether it was out in the Gulfstream to fish or over the reefs so I could dive, a boat was just a way to get to my hobbies, not the hobby itself.
And that makes me wonder, do I really care about RVs? Or is boondocking what I really care about, and an RV is just a way of getting there? I'll give that some thought, and it may give me something to write about if I don’t do anything again tomorrow.
Theboondork
I thought these looked like strange cloud formations; they looked like stratus clouds, but they had little slivers of clouds coming off of them. The jet stream was coming directly over Arizona yesterday at about 150 mph and roughly 30,000 feet. So with all that going on sometimes it does some strange things.
Sunset at the Lone tree boondocking area.
Every once in a while, a herd of off-road vehicles will go driving by. It doesn't bother me because this place is well known for being an off-road vehicle area, much like Quartzsite.
If you've ever wondered what its like to go boondocking in an SUV this is your first clue... It's cramped! Very, very cramped.
But I did a lot worse when I was young. I was much more spontaneous than I am now. Back then, I could roll up in a G.I. blanket and go to sleep on the ground.
So don't feel sorry for this young man. He’s building memories and stories that will last him a lifetime. And he probably wouldn't take a class "A" if you gave it to him. He's experiencing the open road, and that's best done when you're young and your baggage, both mental and physical, doesn’t drag down your freedom and joy.
Another one of my neighbors in a large and beautiful class, "A,” traveling in style. Are they happier than the guy in the picture above? I would say probably not, the folks on the bus have many more things to worry about. But if you asked the young man that question, he would probably say that those folks with all the fancy stuff are happier. But since I've been in both of these situations in the past myself, it's the young man I envy, not the folks with all the stuff.