City of Rocks
As I took a few things off the counter and put them away where they couldn't fall on the floor while I traveled, I noticed that it doesn't matter if I'm driving hundreds of miles or half a mile; the camper gets packed up the same way. Everything is taken off the kitchen counter and put in a cabinet, which makes me and the camper ready to drive across the country or to the grocery store.
This trip to City of Rocks State Park was a two-hour drive through one of the more desolate parts of New Mexico, which is saying a lot because New Mexico has more than its share of desolate parts. But my old GMC, fueled by a topped-up tank of diesel fuel, roared through the arid flatlands of Western New Mexico and idled majestically through the gate and into the rocky wonderland that is the City of Rocks State Park, my third state Park since I left Denver.
After finding a spot to boondock, I relaxed on what passes for a sofa in a truck camper and enjoyed my first cup of coffee on this beautiful sunny morning.
I don't know how long I'll stay here, probably until I feel like going somewhere else, but I have to figure out where I will hunker down for the upcoming holidays. In the past, I've boondocked at the Pima County Fairgrounds in Tucson. Still, last year, they priced me out of the fairgrounds by raising their boondocking price to $30 a night, which I took to mean they didn't want boondocker's anymore, so as much as I enjoyed being there, I have no desire to stay where I'm not welcome.
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I took this picture from my Boondocking spot up the hill to where my picnic table is, under that tree in the middle of the picture.
My picnic table looking back at the camper. I frequently speak of boondocking being a challenge, and this is one of those challenges. But without challenge I feel like I’m an observer of life, not a participant.
From near the top of the hill to where my boondocking spot is down below.
The view out my back door.