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.
Having decided to not continue on we took the right hand fork in the road towards the town of Mojave. We stopped at Red Rock State Park my usual place for a stop-over when going or coming back from the southern deserts of California. I was kind of surprised to find no one else there. Cool!
The Park Service went and converted my favorite spot into a handicap access campsite now. Bummer.
Up ahead is a walk-in campsite then next is the site
we always used when we tent camped which was many years ago.
This is our old tent camp spot. Lots of good rock scrambling for the kids.
So I backed up one spot and it now will become our new favorite camp spot at Red Rock Canyon.
Sinbad was acting odd and I wasn't feeling like driving on to the deserts further south all that much. Should we continue on or head for home? With this decision to be made on mind my that morning, I just kind of went through the motions of touring the museum. Inside the lighting was not all that great for picture taking as you can tell from this photo of the Hopalong Cassidy bicycle - blurry.
One of these sold at a Bonhams auction for $4750
I think this stagecoach was in a John Wayne movie.
I stood here for quite awhile imagining Humphrey Bogart sitting behind the wheel.
I left the museum and returned to Sinbad asleep in the Little House on the Highway.
We decided to just head for home taking our time in doing so.
As it turned out that was a good decision.
This "trailer" was setting off to the side of the cabin, perhaps for the hired hand at one time?
A zoom-in of another shot so you can better see the trailer itself.
Pick this up and place it in the desert someplace and I'd call it home.
Yesterday's green door was on the side of the cabin. This was their front door.
I love the screen door latch. How many times had it been turned is a wonder.
It is not apparent at first but to the right of the door...do you see it? This is where they shaved each day with the morning light reflecting off the mirror onto their face, a small rack to hang a towel or wash cloth, a water basin sitting on the shelf to their right. Any idea why they would want the shelf canted on an angle like that?
I re-inserted a photo from the other day so you can once again see the front in it's entirety.
I took no pictures around back for it was heavily shadowed and just a plain blank wall.
I Googled the Scossa brothers and came up with this short history about them.
Click here. Seeing where they were from no wonder why they got along just fine living here.