The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Day 40


I am now at Pilot Knob situated in the corner of California where it meets the Arizona and Mexico borders.  This is BLM land (Bureau of Land Management).  You can pay $40 and stay here until April.  Anytime after that it is too hot so who would want to be here.  I am on the FREE portion which has a 14 day limit.  That's fine with me.  There's nothing much here to explore so if I make it for 14 days I'll give myself a gold star.  There is only one other guy here and I think that may be because he is broke down.  He's been working on his van all the time I've been here.

A flat featureless landscape.  Off to the left, and I think I can see it, is the Great Wall of Mexico.  Tomorrow I will hike out that way and see if I can illegally enter Mexico.  If no more posts show up on the blog, I made it.  I just didn't make it back over on this side.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Day 39


Today was a resupply day en route to my next location.
First load.

Then I had to refortify myself for round two.
Yes, that's bacon in there.  I may not need a dinner after that.

Round two.

Then I went into Lowes to get some metal to do that solar panel supports up right.
No picture of that.  I was tired and forgot.
I am spending the night in a Walmart parking lot in El Centro, CA. 
which is 42 feet (13 meters) below sea level.
Whew!  I need a vacation!

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Day 38


Today I explored more of the Borrego Badlands by a new route which allowed me to get deeper into it.  This time I came in through Inspiration Wash which ended at...Inspiration Point.


Water slowly carves away the mountains and hills in the Badlands.


Can you imagine being on foot and trying to find your way through that maze?


Here you can see the "road" within the wash.  
Four wheel drive required.  I only had one wheel drive.


Tomorrow I say "Good-bye" to Anza Borrego and will head further south 
and camp close to the Great Wall of Mexico.  Not sure how close it is though.
I would like to ride to it and get some pictures for you.



Saturday, December 3, 2016

Day 37


There is a large portion of Anza Borrego referred to as Badlands of Borrego.  I rode my bike out to the edge of it.  That's as far as I wanted to go.  If I were in a 4x4 different story here.  But this will give you an idea what the Badlands is like. Nothing much if anything grows there, hence the name.

There are many great opportunities for the photographer especially when the light is right.  
Even at midday it can deliver.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Day 36


Golden Cholla (I think)



I did a breakdown of the cost for utilities living in the RV for one month, not moving around. 

Water & sewer - $9.  One trip to the State Park to dump tanks and fill 40 gal. water tank.

Gas  - $33.21 for 10.6 gallons of propane.  Tank was down to one eighth left. 

Electricity -  FREE from the sun

Cable TV – none.  I don’t miss TV even one little bit.  I feel much better not watching it for the past month. 

Telephone and internet – I added 25 GB to the plan before leaving home not knowing what I would use.  Well I only used 6 GB with 4 days to go.  So I plan to drop that added portion therefore I’ll just figure the basic which I think was $60


Trash pick-up – none. I burned most and recycled what was recyclable.  I dropped off one small bag of trash in a dumpster.

Cheap Living.  

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Day 35


A couple of weeks ago I met Vince who was camped near where I was.  I am at a new place now.  I was out today riding my bike and thought about going over to check out my old campsite.  Maybe I might move back over there now that most everyone has left.  I rode past Vince's place and he waved at me so I pulled in.  I was curious anyway as to how Fed-Ex was able to deliver a package to him early last week.  Soon Vince told me he had to put his dog down last Sunday.  I was stunned.  The dog, a setter, seemed fine to me.  He said she had a stroke the day after Thanksgiving.  We exchanged stories about pets loved and lost.

I am not into today's post for this news naturally brings Sinbad to my mind.  I miss him more today after sharing in Vince's grief with him.  I am grateful for Sinbad passing away when he did.  I foolishly thought we could do another trip together and to have lost him while out here would have been unimaginable.  My thoughts are with Vince for he still opens the door to his truck waiting for Queenie to jump in, and she's not there.

Sinbad never liked streams, rivers, lakes or the ocean.


I picked him up after this photo was taken and told him it was okay and we walked away. 
I'll always have those memories.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Day 34


I didn't go anywhere or do anything interesting.  Just a real nice day to spend at camp.
So here's a picture of sunlight rays coming through the clouds last week.

 Here is sunlight playing on the distant mountains.

And here's the latest pen and ink drawing.
I really thought I would have a lot of time to draw while out here 
but this took the entire month to do.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Day 33


Dragons in the desert.  
This is just one of over 100 metal sculptures by artist Ricardo Breceda that are on display near the small town of Borrego Springs. 
  

You can see more of his art by clicking here.  Very nice photography too.



Monday, November 28, 2016

Day 32


The wind was at it again today.  I drove 8 miles to Coachwhip Canyon thinking I might get some shelter from the wind in the small canyons there.  It is a place I've been to many times when I had a 4 wheel drive vehicle.  Now with the Little House on the Highway I have to park at the mouth of the Canyon and walk in.  I don't need the adventure of getting stuck.


Oh to have that youthful exuberance once again for I would have scrambled up this to the top.


There are lots of little alcoves carved into the rock by the flood waters.  This one had what looked like an Indian cliff dwelling in it.  In reality the hole is only a couple feet tall and deep.


Eventually I reached the end of the narrow canyon I was in.  
I searched deep and found just a little bit of that youthful exuberance still within me.  
"I can do this."


As I was climbing up, all alone, no one knowing where I am, just once slip away from disaster, yes I was thinking to myself  "Fool, you have no business doing this." 
I made it to the top where I could look down into the neighboring canyon.


This overlook is just as small section of Coachwhip Canyon and you can imagine all the numerous canyons and ravines there are here to explore.


My youthful exuberance reserve was used up, spent, gone, bone dry empty.  
Time for this old man to find a way down without tumbling ass-end over teakettle.


Believe me, going down is scarier than going up.  And you have to keep in mind not to go down something that you cannot go back up if you have to because you come to an impassable point somewhere beyond.  Then you become trapped liked a rat.  This was mulled over a couple of times.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Day 31



It was one of those days.  The wind was really whippin'.  
But you know, it is good to get out there and experience Nature when she's throwing a fit.

I was able to locate a small set of dunes where the wind can be creative in patterns on the sand.

Oh but after a while the wind beats you down and it's time to head back home.

On the way back I came across this bush that for some reason reminded me of our President Elect.

Ah, here's a place to rest from the blowing wind.



Saturday, November 26, 2016

Day 30


I missed a couple days of posting on the blog.  Internet connection issues.

Now here is a job I would have liked, traipsing about in the desert surveying it.  
Only I couldn't do the math that is involved with surveying.  


Here is part of an illegal immigrant camp.  I have come across these before and always they have abandoned clothing along with all the trash they leave behind.  Oh I'll not get started on this subject.




Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Day 27


After the first couple of days in the desert I realized my mistake in leaving my tire covers at home.  The desert sun was cooking the tires on the one side.  Oh if I just had something to cover them with.  Even some cardboard would do.  Then one day a week or so later I spotted what looked to be some canvas in a dry wash.  I pulled it out from under the bushes, flattened it out and realized that it was a windshield cover people put on the car they are towing behind their RV.  "This might do."  Back at camp I cleaned off the caked mud and dirt, duct taped some tears, cut it in half and clamped them in place.  They aren't the prettiest tire covers but they are doing the job.  


Then there was the spare tire that was getting baked but only for half a day.  Well, when I was working on that solar panel modification the next day I thought I'd hike along the highway and maybe find some better metal for the solar panel supports.  I found only a license plate.  On my way back there stuffed under a creosote bush from the flood waters was something black.  I pulled it out and couldn't believe my good fortune - a tire cover specifically for a spare tire!  After cleaning it up I found it fit perfectly.  Not only that, but its nicer than the one left at home sitting in the garage!


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Day 26



In today's walkabout in the desert I stumbled upon someone's abandoned retreat hidden in a gully.

What was once a shade structure I figured were the sleeping quarters 
as there was the green metal hammock sling inside.  
That little flashlight hanging right in the center of the photo still worked, just barely.

A wood hammock sling outside.

Safe to assume this is the dining area.

Next to it the den or general living area?  
Notice the wind generator and the wood box on the post was wrapped shut with wire 
and all I could see inside was a curly telephone wire.

This must be the office.

If you need to make a telephone call hopefully you brought some change with you.
Why would anyone haul these things all the way out here?

This was dated August 2013.

Maybe the old desert hermit who lived here looked something like this guy.

You never know when you might need a boat in the desert.


Up on the nearby slope were these three solar panels.  The wire had long ago been cut in several places.  Under the covered box were two batteries.  No way for me to tell if the panels still worked or not.  And they were heavy too so they must be of early technology was my guess.

I know you are wondering but no, I never did locate the bathroom.  
On my way back to camp I came across this.  
It is obviously marking something important but I have no idea what.


Monday, November 21, 2016

Day 25


Well, Happy Birthday to me!  
Look at the gift I received this morning!

Then it grew,

and grew so large I could not get it all in on one picture.

But there it was, a full rainbow.
What a lucky boy am I!