THE COAST IS CLEAR

We are presently in Texas enjoying a few days at Padre Island National Park. We are parked at Bird Island Basin facing this view from our front window. This is the #2 spot in the country for windsurfing. With a Bird Island Basin Annual Pass (available for $10) you can camp for free. This is the first time all winter we haven't had to turn on the heat when we get up in the morning. So nice!

We enjoyed our three weeks near my parents and our stay at Lost Dutchman State Park. We were told by the ranger as long as we "behaved" we could stay as long as we wanted. We had great weather for hiking, plus I loved the quiet and dark nights with only the sounds of the coyotes and owls. (Mark Twain’s description of the coyote).

Many campers string solar lights around the perimeter of their RVs, but I noticed there were several campsites with mechanic work lamps under their vehicles. Out of curiosity, I asked the campground Host what was the reason for this.

She explained it's to keep the Pack Rats from building nests in the engine. They don’t like light. So that also explains why so many had rope lights! The light also keeps the rattlesnakes away. We’d been there two weeks already and fortunately nothing had moved in. We didn't have electricity, so Dick put solar lights under the engine hoping that would deter them.

These birds were everywhere! We Googled how to pronounce

Phainopepla and practiced everyday. It is a tough one to learn!

While in the area we drove to Florence to visit Ed and Gerry Agnew, friends that I’ve kept in touch with from the park I stayed in while Dick hiked the Arizona Trail last spring. On the way we noticed the Gila River beds were dry. This once beautiful river has now been diverted.  Ed said the River Bottom Grill in Florence has a sign on their menu that reads, "located next to the mighty Gila River where the water is so clear you can see the bottom." 

When we left my parents our plan was to begin traveling to Florida but the weather through New Mexico and Texas was cold with below freezing nights. We wanted to enjoy those areas so we headed south to wait it out. We camped a couple nights at Catalina State Park and contacted a couple we camped next to in Glacier National Park in Montana a couple summers ago. They invited us to their home for salmon dinner. It was fun reconnecting for an evening. 

Renee and Jacques - picture taken at Glacier National Park 2013

From there we went to Patagonia again. This time we stayed at the Patagonia Lake State Park. This would be a good place to connect with several friends from home. Maryanne Macy and Gregg Chance were there again this year. The highlight of our time with them was dinner and a jam session with a group at their  "A Room With a View" rental located in a beautiful area just outside of the state park. Since we like the Patagonia area, Dick was checking out real estate. He read about some acerage for sale at a great price in this area and used his Google Earth App to check it out. On the App it looked like a ridge but when we drove over to check it was a steep canyon with no building site, which explained the cheap price!

Laurie and Bill Bassett were heading for California and had always wanted to see Patagonia so this was perfect timing - except for the weather!  It rained a couple days but the Bassetts were game for checking out Nogales on the AZ side of the border. Laurie who is also known for her “Lottie’s Loot” store in Traverse City, loves to check out the thrift stores. We had so much fun exploring the only two in town. When we walked into the Goodwill Store we both just about turned around and walked out. We couldn’t believe our eyes. The two young girls at the door who were sorting intake both had face masks on and there were bins the length of the store, each piled high with unorganized stuff.  After about 20 minutes, we went to the checkout with a few items and then found out everything is sold by the pound. When we heard 89 cents a pound we just had to stay longer. We didn’t care how much we itched or what kind of disease we might get. We'd gamble for a bargain!

Bill and Laurie Bassett at their Patagonia campsite

This is definately not anything like the Goodwill Stores I'm used to!

We got up early to go look for the Elegant Trogan one more time and then we'd pack up and begin our trip east. When we returned from the hike we couldn't make up our minds if we should stay another day or go. We decided to flip a coin. We are so glad the coin landed to stay. We received an email from Canada friends that we met and traveled with last winter. They were on the west side of Tucson and wanted to drive down to Patagonia for the day.

Loved being with Judy Preston again! (You also, Mike. Thanks for the nice photo)

The weather forecast through New Mexico and Texas finally looked good for us. Plus, Dick said we'd better get going before the gas prices go back up! Along our route we reconnected with several traveling friends.

 Karen and Don Richardson who were our hosts at the Junction Creek Campground by Durango, CO

Ed Trautwein in his little home on wheels

We couldn't go through New Mexico without seeing the Fergusons one more time.

We've gone through several Border Patrol checkpoints in these southwestern border states. We wonder if they have devices setup that can hear what people are saying inside their vehicle. Dick wanted to test it out once by saying, "did you hide that kilo in the toilet?" but thought he'd better not. We read on-line that drug smugglers are putting containers with powerful magnets under cars in Mexico and then recovering the containers after they've gotten past the U.S. border authorities. Most of the time going through is uneventful, they just ask us a couple of questions and wave us on, but we stopped at one on our way to Benson, AZ and the dog sniffing the vehicle ahead of us went ballistic. They say with all the electronic, Big Brother survallence equipment the government has, the most successful method they deploy is the dog. Once the dog was on to something there was no way to distract him. The handler gave the agent speaking to the driver a two finger sign and the driver was asked for his license and registration. Another agent came over, took the documents and instructed the driver to pull into an inspection area off to the side. For their sake, I hope all they were hiding was a rear bumper full of Alpo.

We stayed a night outside of Marfa, Texas at the Marfa Lights Viewing Area. It was a Saturday night so there were several people waiting in the dark hoping to get a chance to see these mystery lights. One lady mentioned she read this phenomena only happens a dozen times a year. So what is the chance that we are there on the right night? Dick is still a sceptic.

The Marfa Lights Viewing Area

We traveled the backroad through Presidio along the border and the Rio Grande River to get to Big Bend National Park. Along this route is a movie set that was used for several westerns. One in particular we remember is THE STREETS OF LOREDO. We were in Marfa, Texas in 1994 or 95 when they were auditioning children for the school scenes. So we thought, what the heck, and took Maggie to try out. We figured we'd make it work if she got the part, but then again hoping she wouldn't because we knew we should get her back home to her real school.

The movie set for several westerns near Presidio, Texas

A rest area between Presidio and Lajitas

Big Bend is one of our favorite National Parks. It's an amazing place. 

Dick did an overnight backpacking trip to the South Rim and I had some alone time. 

We were pleasantly surprised to find Marv and Nancy Kelso in our campground. They're from Gaylord, Michigan. We met them last year at Big Bend. We knew they were heading for Texas but that was the last we heard. It's a small world. Dick is laughing because Marv just told us he told his kids he wants his ashes spread at Walmart because then Nancy will visit him twice a week. HA

One of my favorites in the Rio Grande Village campground - the Vermillion Flycatcher.

After a week in Big Bend we headed for the cute little western town of Marathon to get our

forwarded mail and then continued our trip east riding the belly of America!

MY TWO TRAVELING PARTNERS

ARIZONA to NEW MEXICO and BACK AGAIN

We are parked at the Lost Dutchman State Park in Apache Jct., Arizona, with the beautiful Superstition Mtns in our backyard. This is where I am writing this Blog. We're here for a couple weeks near my parents. 

The last I updated my blog we were leaving California and heading into Arizona. We camped at Picacho Peak State Park for a week. 

My parents drove down from Queen Creek and joined us for Thanksgiving dinner. It was nice to be together again. (Sorry mom, we should have taken this in the shade)

Picacho Peak has been used as a navigational landmark for hundreds of years 

While at Picacho Peak State Park, we decided to hike to the peak. This trail is not for the weak of heart. Even though the trail is only four miles round-trip, this hike will kick your butt.  I call it the "Hell Hike". Mile one is a relatively steep climb and I certainly got my cardio going. It is described as "primitive" and I should have taken that more seriously! 

When we reached the "saddle" I thought I had seen the worst of it. NOT!! From that point on there were steel cables for climbing or descending over steep rocky areas that kept getting worse. Fortunately, a nice lady gave me some gripper gloves. 

The Death Chute

After saying "forget this, I'm NOT going any further" two or three more times, we came to what I call the "Death Chute". I decided that I'd gone far enough. Of course, my brave hiking partner continued on. I was too spooked at this point, being uncomfortable with heights and so near the edge, I just sat down in the shade of a saguaro cactus and waited for Dick to return. Then we still had to get down! A good days workout.

We wanted to revisit the western town of Wickenburg "the Dude Ranch Capital of the World." We enjoyed walking around the historic part of town and it was especially nice because it was decorated for Christmas. At this point I was trying to get into the Christmas spirit. I live with Scrooge when it comes to decorations, but I did put up my tabletop RV Christmas tree.

Historic Wickenburg

The Jail Tree where townspeople chained lawbreakers in the old days.(No, that's not Dick)

We stayed a couple miles from town at a quiet, rustic boon docking campground across from the rodeo grounds. It's not fancy, and when it rained it smelled of horses, but it was quiet and only $5.00/night.

I've been wanting to join the Escapees (SKP'S) RV Club. Dick has always said, "Like my grandfather, I'm not a joiner." His grandfather tried to join a club in elementary school. To join he had to go in the school outhouse and drop his drawers so when the next person went to use it they would open the door to a sight to behold. The problem was, the next person to open the door was the "school marm" and he was expelled from school. So he didn't join that club or any other for the rest of his life. Well, anyway, I joined the Escapees RV Club. We could take advantage of their $5.00 boondock camping now and then. Our first SKP park was in Congress for one night. Clean, quiet and friendly people but Dick's afraid to stay in these places too long. I think the problem is he sees many commercial parks that are gated and walled with razor wire like minimum security prisons and he's afraid he may not get out.

Friends from home were heading for Mexico for the winter and we kept in touch hoping to meet if we would be close enough in our travels. Since we were only a few hours from each other we made plans to meet at Lake Mead NRA near Bullhead City, which, by the way is across the Colorado River from Laughlin, Nevada, where casinos lined the shore for several miles.

Lisa Grise and Carl Fromholz with Jemma, ready for a winter in Mexico.
Besides the kayaks, on the back of the truck are their bicycles and on the front is their motorcycle.

It was so good to be with them even if it was only for a short time. They were in a hurry to get down to the beaches along the Baja Peninsula. At least our visit was longer than last spring when they met up with us at a commercial park in Florence where they were asked to leave because their dog is a pit bull and their RV is older than 15 years. That was a bummer.

We have always heard about camping along the Colorado River off Hwy 95 along the California/Arizona border. We headed south, planning to stay on some recommended BLM (Bureau of Land Mgmt) land where it's free. We ended up passing several before and after Lake Havasu City. We stopped to walk the London Bridge but then continued on. The "Western Riviera", as it is referred to, wasn't at all like what we imagined. We were a bit disappointed.

The London Bridge, built in 1831, spanned the River Thames in London, England. It was dismantled, numbered and transported to America and reconstructed on the shore of Lake Havasu.

This year was the year to check out places we've always wondered about and Alamo Lake State Park was one of these. We headed across Hwy 60 through the town of Hope and then a dead end route 40 miles north to the park. 

I loved this sign as we left Hope, Arizona

We were the only campers in the non-hookup campground. It was a bit unnerving the first night for me. We were both reading in the quiet when all of a sudden there was a loud braying right outside our window. We knew there were burros in this park but I still jumped sky high. These illusive critters would only come around our campsite at night. 

You can barely see our motorhome - a little white dot on the
right in the distance overlooking Alamo Lake.

The view of Alamo Lake from our campsite.

The lake was full of waterbirds and 100's of Grebes. We loved watching the pairs mimic each other by bobbing their heads and dancing on the water. This Youtube video shows it exactly. It was the wrong time of year for their mating ritual according to everything we read, but that's exactly what they were doing.
Dick says they're practicing.
Youtube video of Grebes 


On our way to Organ Pipe National Monument we stopped for a night at Buckeye Regional Park, a free campground off the beaten track. Towards evening we went for a walk and as we passed by a campsite with several campers from Canada, they started talking to us. We had no intentions of staying but they were so much fun. We became fast friends and still communicate with them. That's the way it is out here on the road. Everyone is so friendly. We meet so many nice people. We want to reconnect with them all again. Some we do and some we still hope to. It was a nice quiet campground until about 1:30 a.m. when we were awakened by the sound of gunshots not too far from our motorhome. The next morning we went out to see if we could find any evidence. About 250 ft from us we found several brass casings from some kind of pistol. We figure someone didn't realize they were in a campground but out on a backroad somewhere target practicing. 

Dick is good at finding us out-of-the-way inexpensive camping places and they turn out to be interesting. We wanted to check out the Ajo area (pronounced Ah-ho) and heard about a golf course near the town where we could camp for free as long as we played a round of golf or ate at the restaurant. Dick says, "I don't play golf but I sure can eat."  We stayed a couple nights. Nice people, delicious food and quiet camping. We were the only ones besides the campground Host and he warned us to not open our door at night if someone asks for water. We are always told not to help illegals and to call the police because if we give them water they'll keep on going and get in worse situations further into the desert. (I still want to put bottles of water outside for them). The only wildlife we encountered were coyotes, jack rabbits and two great-horned owls.

In the center of Ajo is the Ajo Plaza, a Spanish town square built in 1917. This area is lined by tall palms and surrounded by mission churches and Spanish-style buildings.  I loved the beautiful architecture of this part of town.

On the way to Organ Pipe National Monument we went through the town of WHY, AZ. Why did they name it WHY? Two highways originally intersected in a Y-intersection. At the time of it's naming, AZ law required city names to have at least three letters.

We hadn't visited Organ Pipe since the early 90's. We watched a documentary several years ago that used night vision cameras to show all the illegals that passed through the campground. It was like watching a line of ants walking behind RV's. We didn't feel it was a safe place to visit. Things have changed with the Border Patrol presence. It was a good time to stay there and we were only a few miles away. A beautiful place with a great campground with huge spaces.

This memorial, next to a beautiful Organ Pipe Cactus, for Kris Eggle, is outside of the Visitor's Center named in his honor. Kris was a Law Enforcement Park Ranger from Cadillac, Michigan. He was killed in Organ Pipe Nat'l Monument in 2002 in pursuit of a drug cartel hit squad.  

We were also warned about how unsafe Buenos Aires Nat'l Wildlife Refuge is. We agreed we would only camp there if there were other campers. The visitor's Center was great and the Ranger and the volunteers all told us it was safe and where we could park. We would be the only ones but they said the only thing we would hear are the Border Patrol vehicles and possibly a Border Patrol helicopter. Then we saw where the volunteers park their RVs - inside an 8' fence with razor wire around the border. Plus, as the ranger got into his vehicle to leave, we noticed he was wearing a bullet proof vest. We had all intentions of leaving but it was getting late, so we parked the RV and went to look for wildlife on the 10 mile Pronghorn Loop. So much for not staying if we were the only ones.

The masked bobwhite quail are being bred in captivity on the Buenos Aires Refuge
and released to the wild. This refuge also supports the reintroduction of pronghorn.

Our camping spot in Buenos Aires Wildlfie Refuge with a view of Mt. Baboquivari 

We've been hunting for "Utopia" as we travel. A place we may want to go every winter and call home base. Although, Dick keeps saying, "I'm not ready for pickle ball and potlucks yet." I'd like a place where we can walk or ride our bikes to town. We have always liked the quaint little town of Patagonia, Arizona and have visited there many times over the years. We decided this time we'd try out the little commercial RV park within walking distance to town. This little town is the closest we've found to what we're looking for, but the RV park leaves a lot to be desired. We'll keep searching and enjoy a visit now and then. We know Jim Harrison lives there, but he can afford to build a house exactly where he wants. I liked this person's Blog describing Patagonia: QUIRKY PATAGONIA AZ

The Gathering Grounds, one of our favorite hangouts while visiting Patagonia, AZ.

Ed Trautwein is one of those friendly people we met in our travels a few years ago. He was staying at the Benson, AZ. SKP's RV Park. We enjoyed a couple days with him there. This is a nice RV park for long-term camping. Very clean, large spaces with little casitas for each RV, nice amenities and activities, and the people are so nice. 

Visiting with Ed Trautwein

Our Michigan friends, Marlene and Dave Ferguson, invited us to join them at their campground east of Deming, New Mexico for Christmas. I wanted to be with good friends for Christmas. We stayed a week, enjoying time with them and joined in on the Christmas Day buffet. 
(If you didn't get Dick's Holiday letter, let me know and I'll send you one.)

Christmas Day at El Rancho Lobo RV Park 

Dave and Marlene Ferguson

Another little town we enjoy is Columbus, New Mexico which is right on the border of Mexico. It's not "Utopia" but we like walking or biking to town from our campsite at the Pancho Villas State Park. The town has a great little library, cafe, bank, P.O. etc...  The weather turned so cold during the end of December, so we spent a lot of time in the library. 

The little town of Columbus, N.M., library on the left. Yes, this is how quiet it is most of the time. 

We spent a lot of time in this relaxing room at the library.

One morning at the library, I overheard a man asking about lodging in Mexico and that his son and friend were hiking the Continental Divide Trail. Of course we had to talk to him. Here he is reunited with them on the last three miles of their hike. They left Jasper, AB in April with snow still on the ground. http://adoorstepadventure.com

The CDT hikers with only three miles to go to the border of Mexico

We spent our last night in Columbus on New Year's Eve. We can never stay awake to bring in the New Year. Out of a sound sleep I heard something like tapping on the motorhome. I woke Dick up to listen (he sleeps on his good ear and deaf in the other). We slowly lifted the shade and quietly opened the window to see what was going on. Then we realized it was gunshots coming from the Columbus neighborhood and then across the border, Mexico answering with gunshots. Was Columbus being raided again? We looked at the clock and it was Midnight - AHA, this was their way of bringing in the New Year. A bit expensive - and scary.

Michigan friends, Dean and Diane Tobias, met up with us on New Year's Day. They were traveling from Florida to California and stayed near us in Deming. We were at our third SKP campground. The four of us were driving up to Silver City to visit a friend for the day when we had to turn back because of a snowstorm! The weather has been very cold over the holidays. I'm not complaining, it beats what's happening in Michigan. 

The four of us decided even though it was cold, we needed to get out and move. 
Diane had an interesting suggestion - a nearby cemetery. 
Pictured - WWII graves

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Longhorn Grill in Amado, AZ

Boo is always finding high places to hang out.

Interesting ways to travel

We drove to the Cochise Stronghold, a quiet place located in the Dragoon Mtns. in
South-eastern AZ.  Boulders, caves and canyons, we could see why this was once the hideout for Apache Raiders.
COCHISE STRONGHOLD HISTORY

Maggie is enjoying the Virgin Islands. We are still hoping to visit her.

CALIFORNIA TO ARIZONA

It's been over a month since I last blogged. We've done so much since leaving my family in California. After nearly three weeks parked in my sister's yard, our motorhome needed to find a RV dump station. It costs money to dump in California and Dick doesn't like to pay to get rid of his s---!  We decided to head for Frog City Fairgrounds in the town of Angel's Camp to get full-hookups. We drove the historic Hwy 49 most of the way, traveling back in time as we drove through the Mother Lode mining towns. Gold rush history can be found everywhere. There were some narrow, steep and winding curves along part of the route. I was on the side looking down over the edge and there were no guardrails!! I'd brace myself against the window. Like that would help any! 

 "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County" is an 1865 short story by Samuel Clemens, his first great success as a writer, bringing him national attention. So the town of Angel's Camp now has an annual frog jumping contest. (What people do for entertainment). 

Huge bronze plaques are embedded in the sidewalk throughout the town. Some frogs recorded to have jumped 20 feet!  We couldn't believe it. Then we found out it's totaled by combining three jumps. Duh!!

We were on our way to visit Max Bruening, the son of good friends from home. He grew up with Maggie. He is learning the wine business and now working at different wineries around the world in all aspects of production. This season he's been at the Halter Ranch Vineyards in Paso Robles, CA. 

After a bit of wine tasting Max gave us a tour. Next he's off to New Zeeland to work at a winery there for a season. 

The Caves

While in the area we stayed at Cerro Altos Campground in the Los Padres National Forest. We planned on being there awhile and didn't want to pay the high prices of a commercial campground on the coast. The low price of $9/night sounded good to us. It was a bit precarious getting up into the campground (a narrow, winding road and fortunately we only met up with one other vehicle) but our camping spot was perfect and only about 6 miles to the coast at Morro Bay. We get spoiled when we're in these quiet and dark campgrounds. It's tough adapting to a noisy one.  That's the nice thing about living on wheels. If we don't like the noise or bad weather we just move on.

The "Mothership" at Cerro Altos Campground among the large oaks and sycamores. 

On the road to Morro Bay we saw hundreds of avocado trees that were "stumped" to conserve water. They will grow back in a few years. We drove through so many areas in California that were suffering because of the drought. The demand for water has increased substantially because of population and an ever growing agricultural economy. California supplies nearly half of all US fruits, veggies and nuts. 

First stop - The Hearst Castle - a little over the top.

This was the little bungalow Wm. Randolph Hearst first built for his family.
To me this was better than the castle.

We've traveled other parts of Hwy 1 along the northern California coast and I've always wanted to travel some of the southern parts of this Hwy.  After seeing pictures of the road cut into sides of mountains, Dick said he would never drive the motorhome along certain areas so we drove the 125 miles from Morro Bay up to Monterey in our Saturn. We began with a tour of  the Hearst Castle, then from there down to the sea to view the elephant seals at the rookery.

Two young Elephant Seals sparring. Several others just soaking in the sun.

A docent at the refuge said this Elephant Seal was around six years old.
He had a tough time getting up onto shore.

Here is a connection to a LIVE CAM that I check every now and then. It seems most of the time they are lazy but now and then you'll see a few males sparring. 

If you look closely, you can see Hwy 1 on the ridge

Spectacular views around every curve.  After driving this portion of Hwy 1, Dick says, "No Problem driving our motorhome along here." We found a couple beautiful campgrounds we hope to stay in someday.

We were along the coast at the time of year the Monarchs are at Pismo Beach are also seeking shelter from the northern winters.  What a site to see these clusters of butterflies draped in the trees. 

Sunrise at Jumbo Rocks Campground in Joshua Tree NP

Traveling at this time of year is nice because many Snowbirds don't head south for the winter until after Thanksgiving or Christmas.  Campgrounds are less crowded - except when we reached Joshua Tree National Park. It was packed with people, even in the middle of the week. We came to the conclusion that it was mostly Californians and has become a climber's park. We had to squeeze in, but we were fortunate to get a camping space for a few days. We didn't have a phone or wifi connection in the park which is usually no problem, but Maggie was flying from Seattle to the Virgin Islands and we wanted to be within phone range at least. So we discovered just outside the south entrance of the park there were motorhomes parked on BLM land and we had a connection. A perfect spot for the night.

At one time the Salton Sea was the California Riviera

We saw on our map an area that looked interesting - The Salton Sea State Recreation Area. On our way south we were just going to drive past it and maybe stop for a picnic but when we saw how beautiful the water looked from the road with all the white and brown pelicans and so many other water birds, we decided to stay awhile. We were the only ones there besides the host and thought this was perfect. We got all set up and as we walked down to the water we were hit with the smell of dead fish. The beach is actually not sand but bleached fish bones, barnacles and shells, which is hard to walk on. Unfortunately, the sea's rising salinity is killing the fish and other sea life. It is 40 percent saltier than the ocean. It is an important winter stop for migratory birds. There are many groups and individuals working together to save the sea. At one time the Salton Sea was the California Riviera.  Now Hollywood uses parts of this area when they want to film an apocalyptic movie. 

Piles of dead fish because the Salton Sea is too salty to survive

Traveling isn't always wonderful. It can get depressing too when we see the sad things that are happening around the country. All around this southern California area through the Imperial Valley we questioned if there's a shortage of water why are they growing hay down here? This Youtube video explains it all.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_lCQr42An8  It's also sad to see all the livestock yards. I get closer and closer to becoming a vegetarian the more I see miles of cattle cramed together, standing in their own muck in the heat. It's not just California that deals with environmental issues, it's global - ecological and environmental disasters. Dick says the problem is "we multiply our numbers and divide our resources."

So we packed up and headed into Arizona passing through the LTVA's (Long Term Visitor Areas) along I-8. Miles and miles of open dry desert areas. Many snowbirds migrate here for the winter. Sometimes the whole winter. We have never had the desire to do this. We have friends who keep inviting us to join their circle of RVs on the BLM around Quartsite. Who knows we just may have to try it once for a few days. 
So on to a more uplifting area to camp and meet up with our good friend, Dave Monstrey, from home. He headed south before the blizzards began.  His wife, Kathy, will fly into Los Angeles and they'll be off to Australia for a few months. We met up at Painted Rock Petroglyphs BLM Campground just west of Gila Bend, AZ. Another quiet and dark campground and only $4/night. If it wasn't so dry, the Gila River would pass near here. All the creeks and rivers are dried up.

Camped with Dave Monstrey at Painted Rock Petroglyphs Campground
We decided to climb the mountain in the distance.

I should have known better! All rocks and scree.

The painted rocks

We decided to attempt to climb the mountain where we were told during WWII General Patton had a lookout where he would go everyday to watch over his men who were training in the desert. We could see the building at the top and thought why not. I should have known better to go with these two guys. Dave who does long-distance bike trips and Dick long-distance hiking. I ended up falling three times and came home with scratches, bruises and pierced by a few cactus.
We never did reach the shack at the top but Dave stayed an extra day and took a different route and did make it and discovered the way Patton reached it every day was a cabled inclined elevator. 

These two guys never stopped talking. They both had so
many stories to tell. I did get a word in now and then.

Dave cooked us breakfast in his Sprinter Van

We enjoyed our time together but we had made reservations at Picacho Peak State Park for Thanksgiving week so we moved on.  My parents drove to the park for turkey dinner. We have lots to be thankful for.  Now it's time to get into the Christmas spirit. I did see an RV with some icicle lights hanging from their awning and a wreath on the front. 

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Our 12 volt Crockpot.  It works great. My "handy man"
installed a 12 volt socket behind the light above the sink.

We set the pot in the sink as we travel down the road.

Solana Generating Station on the road leading to Painted Petroglyphs CG

There were miles of windmills around Mojave, CA

I've now seen two Tarantulas in the wild this winter. At this time of year the males are looking for females. They are smaller this year because of the water shortage. I've read where people have them as pets but I decided I'd just be a spectator. I was so excited because I'd never seen one in the wild before.