Camped along the northern border of short term camping on federal BLM land. Across a groove in the land created by flash floods one see nothing man-made in sight. Just scrub brush, scraggly trees, flitting birds, butterflies. Hills in the distance, also carved by precious rushing water. Peaceful, lush, beautiful in an alien way. Alien to recent inhabitants of the Pacific NW. No hint of ocean, tho it covered this region eons ago. No tall evergreens. Nothing at all to the casual observer.
We hope to observe more closely.
Tomorrow we will tow our home south to the Imperial Dam LTVA, just north of Yuma. To meet our email pals, Gene and Joyce Shea, with whom we hope to travel on to San Carlos, Sonora, Mexico. Before then we will join Escapees who have also plunged into this full-time adventure this year. And attend the Rock and Gem show, as well as the RV show in mid-January.
We know to expect the unexpected.