My view for nearly three hours
My view for nearly three hours
We have a nice little spot that is well shaded from the afternoon sun. Yes it may not look like much but shade is at a premium out here in the desert. You take what you can get.
The second thing I noticed upon arriving after the lack of people is that all the standard lift and dump trash containers have been replaced with these large containers. No more pillaging through the dumpsters for good reusable gear that people throw away. Just in this one here I saw a backpack thrown inside. I am not about to go climbing down into these things. A good thing though is no more trash being scattered about by the winds when the truck comes to dump the old style dumpsters.
Oh all the treasures I will be missing out on.
This is the main avenue in one of the four long term camp areas in Quartzsite. Typically at this time there would be dozens of RVers visible in this scene. In years past I would have already been here for a few weeks myself. It is simply still too hot with temps still at the mid 90’s (35c).
We stopped in Parker on our way to Quartzsite to pick up a few last items at Walmart. When done I told Tracy I had to eat before we continued on down the road. She needed to eat too. It was hot and I really wanted a milkshake. I told her I was going to stop at the Burger King a half mile down the road. Tracy doesn’t eat crap food and would fix her on lunch. “I’ll meet you there” she said.
At Burger King the side doors were chained shut. I could see someone waving me around front. At the front a kid stuck his head bout the door and told me to go around to the drive-up window. Good grief. At the window (no cars in the drive thru) I told him I wanted a Whopper and a chocolate milkshake. “We don’t have any milkshakes” he says. “Man, I really wanted a milkshake. That’s why I came here” I asked why they didn’t have any. Evidently the trucks hadn’t delivered any product. “I’ve had ten people leave today because of no milkshakes.” he said. “Tell you what, I’ll give you two Whoppers for $5.” I can’t eat two of them! Oh well, I could eat one later for dinner. “Okay, go ahead.” He rings it up. "I only charged you $3.60.” He had given me the old person’s discount. Okay that made me feel better.
I ate my Whopper in Tracy’s RV. She needed to fill up with gas so I said I would go on down to McDonalds and get my milkshake while she filled up. I don’t care for McDonalds but I really wanted that milkshake to get me to Quartszite. On the way I passed a Jack in the Box. “This will do” and I swung in. The door to the dining area inside was open, unchained. I walked in wearing my bandana. Only the lady who walked in before me was inside. Nether she nor the workers wore masks. I ripped off my bandana and ordered my milkshake. Two big burly guys walked in just then. They looked at me and the woman, then the workers. They ripped off their masks. “This is a bunch of $#!+” The worker handed me my milkshake and it was good.
Twenty miles south of Las Vegas
Twenty miles south we found a nice place to camp over night. At 2500 feet the temperature was ideal with a nice breeze and no bugs. The evening was just as nice.
Lovell Canyon, Nevada
We have been here for ten days in absolutely ideal weather but the road calls and we must be moving on. Also the weekend is here and the rabble from Las Vegas will be arriving. Tracy had asked when I planned to leave and she too was going to leave the same day for the same destination. So we will travel together. I warned her that I drive 55 while knowing she usually drove 65. She said she needs to learn to slow down so this will be something new for her. I told her to feel free to move on if she couldn't stand the slow pace. I would catch up to her eventually.
Goodbye Lovell Canyon. You have been a good place. I just wish people respected you more.
Lovell Canyon, Nevada
The above photo has no direct connection to todays post but I needed something to lead in with.
My new friend invited me over to her camper the next day for a visit. She asked if I played cards and I said I never have the opportunity to do so. “You can teach me a game.” She offered up gin rummy. “Yeah, I have always wanted to learn how to play that.” Ooo boy! What a complicated game. Too much for me.
In the course of our conversation when I wasn't struggling keeping track of all the cards on the table she mentioned to me how the US/Canada border was closed. Being as I rarely follow the news I had no idea. Seems this went into effect mid-September. A very large percentage of the people wintering in Quartzsite are from Canada. They come and stay all winter for the nice weather. This happens all over Arizona, Texas and to a very large part in Florida. I felt so bad for these poor people who cannot make their yearly pilgrimage south. They spend a lot of money while being here and the little town of Quartzsite is going to feel it. Even worse so are the Mexican border towns where snowbirds go to get their eyeglasses, dental work and medical prescriptions filled at substantial savings. The town of Algadonas over the border from Yuma, Arizona is one of these towns. No one, Americans included, will be able to walk across the border from some real Mexican food and a cervaza this year. Every vendor, restaurant, optometrist, dental office and prescription outlet may just as well close down for the winter. They are really going to suffer.
A lady came by to visit us. She said “hello” and stuck out her hand to shake. My first thought was shes not COVID crazy and we shook hands. I remarked to her how that was the first human physical contact I have had since back in March when my camp neighbor shook my hand. I offered her a chair and we sat and visited for an hour or more. She told me how she was camped where we are when she first arrived then moved over to the other side of the road for the shade. I got to talking to her about all the trash and such I saw over there. She said she had cleaned up our spot when she first arrived and had filled a large Hefty trash bag. I was stunned for I had filled a small plastic grocery bag which I thought was a lot. She was 60 and had been traveling alone now for eight months, throughly loving her new life. She too was heading for Quartzsite which would be the first time for her and so I shared with her some useful information. As she was getting ready to leave she said “Let me give you a hug” and we did. I said I hadn't hugged anyone in over a year due to this damn pandemic thing. She said likewise clutching her heart saying “I feel emotional”. I felt it too. We humans need physical contact to be human. Self-isolation, hunkering down all alone for months is not healthy for mind or spirit. That was the first real social sit and visit I had had for nearly a year, and it was nice. Beans too was happy to have a visitor. Its been far too long.
Lovell Canyon, Nevada
The next morning I collected a small bag full of trash scattered around camp. Remember that for the post tomorrow. After breakfast I walked across the road to walk around the campground area I had decided not to drive into. This trailer was the first camper I came upon. I later learned she is school teacher in Las Vegas. She camps all around the nearby area for the school year for she is limited to 14 days at any one spot then come summer she travels around the country.
As I wandered around the camp area I was appalled at all the trash strewn about. I have been in trashed areas before and this was not the worst I have seen but there was also toilet paper and mounds of crap, and I am meaning human shit, all around and for that this was the absolute worse I have ever seen. I didn't take pictures. You don't want to see that. In one instance the subhumans had brought a five gallon bucket to crap in and it had eventually broke so they just left it half full of toilet paper and crap.
The next morning we continued on south taking a turn towards Pahrump, Nevada. This route we would avoid most of Las Vegas later on as we make our way to Arizona. I topped off the fuel tank in town thus avoiding having to get fuel in Las Vegas. The grocery store was nearby and I picked up a few items and then had lunch at the next door Dairy Queen. I only did it for I saw they made Orange Julius drinks and it has been years since I last had one. It was so-so. They used to be much better. On to our next camp. Three miles off the main highway on a paved road brought us to the camp area. I parked and got out to walk the dirt road down and check out the camping prospects. It was a rough road and I wasn't up for the adventure so I decided where I was parked was good enough. Later it seemed the best choice. Being at 5000 feet (1524 meters) the air was cool, a nice breeze blew up the canyon and there was a wonderful view. In the camp area there was no view except juniper trees and no real breeze. This may be it for awhile for Arizona is still way too hot for the next couple of weeks.
We returned to the Goldfield Visitor Center for the night then moved on out in the morning southward on a pleasant two hour drive to Beatty, Nevada. The camping opportunity there was bleak and desolate as pretty much was the town. I loaded up on ten dollars worth of quarters at the car wash (a sure thing over a slot machine), ate lunch in about the only shady spot I could find and then put Beatty in the rear view mirror. A half hour later we were at the Amargosa Valley Rest area, a very nice spot where we stayed before three years ago when Beans had been on the road for a few weeks in 2017.