Caroline in Buffalo |
Sunday, July 31, 2022
September 20 & 21
Saturday, July 30, 2022
September 22
Ugghh!!! |
Friday, July 29, 2022
September 23
The morning worked out perfectly. Just as I had hoped there was a good deal of shade from the awning and a cool nip in the air. For a short time I had on my skull cap and jacket while I sat outside sipping coffee. There were a few vehicles in the area that weren’t there when I went to bed the previous night.
This was a trend I was noticing at these sites—the late camper that would pull in after dark and leave early the next morning. These were mostly young people who I suppose pushed themselves to the limit trying to wring as much out of the day as possible . . . and smartly didn’t saddle themselves with writing a blog about their experiences. Now that I’m thinking about it I don’t think I really saw any people my age at these BLM sites besides Steve, the birder/ The Environmental Toxocologist with VW Eurovan at Sage Creek outside of the Badlands. The older people were at the RV parks with their fancy toilets, satellite dishes and reruns of the Golden Girls.
Thursday, July 28, 2022
September 24
Baking |
It was hot all night and hard to sleep at the North Joshua Tree BLM site where I had been camped out for about thirty-six hours—like ninety-five degrees hot when I got up. For the most part I had gotten away from my every other night wake up at 2am thing and was back to my regular schedule but it was so unbearably hot during the night in the van I got up and sat outside in just my shorts for a long time without much relief. I did doze off in my chair for bit and was awoken by the sound of howling coyotes—I think they were saying: “We got a fat one here. All hands-on deck.”
I went back inside and slept restlessly for a few more hours. When I got up my pillow was wet with sweat. I opened up the van hoping for a little respite from the inferno that was the van. The shade was there but unlike the previous day there wasn’t a trace of coolness in the air. Like with the flies outside I was going to have to accept the heat and be Zen about it. I again got on my jacket and skull cap and sat outside to fend off the bugs. That didn’t last long though because the heat was just unbearable.
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
September 25
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
September 26
I took a quick run around the Joshua Tree one last time and still didn’t find what I was looking for or Cap rock, which was perfectly fine with me. The real highlight of the morning was a second chance to ride that wonderful, desolate desert road Rt. 62 out of Twentynine Palms going east this time.
Monday, July 25, 2022
Sepember 27
It was a cool beautiful Arizona morning with temps that called for my warm-up jacket and skull cap. Sipping my coffee I watched the sun rise above the mesa and fill the valley below with a god-sent elegance. A curious dog from a site across from me came over to where I was sitting outside my van and let me pet him. The dog’s name was Charlie, and he was some kind of lab mix. The dog’s owners were a few young people—two girls and a guy—traveling in a minivan and a small retro fitted school bus with solar panels. The young guy apologized for the intrusion and called the obedient dog back to him which really wasn’t necessary. I would have liked the company of the friendly pup.
Sunday, July 24, 2022
September 28
Today was going to be a travel day. My ultimate destination was the BLM site Six Mile Canyon in New Mexico which was a touch over four hours from FR-525— which I really hated to leave. However, I was going to add about three hours to my ride with detours through Rough Rock, Arizona and Canyon De Chelly in nearby Chinle, Arizona.
Saturday, July 23, 2022
September 29
Throughout the night I heard the bugle calls of some horny elk and in the morning saw some quizzical looks on the faces of the black cows outside the van. I’m not saying anything happened but I’m probably not the first guy to think an elk/cow burger wouldn’t be the worst idea—some jalapenos, pepper jack cheese and splash of sriracha. Yowzah, as Ritchie Cunningham might say.
Today’s little odyssey came with a Texas twist. My brother Joe is a big shot at Cooper Natural Resources, and though he wasn’t going to be there he had arranged for me to stay at the company’s hunting ranch in Brownfield, Texas, just south of Lubbock. This west Texas oasis is used to entertain clients and is normally unoccupied, but as fate would have it, I was passing through the area at the height of dove hunting season.
Friday, July 22, 2022
September 30
I was up early the next morning working on this blog. At this point the blog has evolved into a never-ending homework assignment . . . that I gave myself. Even though it’s all my own doing, I get annoyed when people ask: “Did you quit your blog?” after not posting for a few days. I want to come back at them like some insufferable tortured artist and ask if they know what it's like to do all this traveling while producing what essentially is a thousand word essay everyday. Do you? . . .Do you? . . . But then I remember—o, yeah I did this to myself and lashing out would also be kind of an asshole thing to do. Plus, the homework aspect of it makes it seem like something that would go on my permanent record.
Thursday, July 21, 2022
October 1-5
Tom Landry's Fedora |
Wednesday, July 20, 2022
October 6-8
If the hundred-mile stretch of burning desolation on Rt 62 out of Twenty-Nine Palms, California near Joshua Tree was the best ride of my trip, the ride out of Arlington on Rt 30E was the worst. Google had alerted me that just outside the city there would be a thirty minute delay due to an accident. These Google Alerts had been pretty good at predicting slow downs in densely populated metro centers but not so great in more rural areas. They nailed this one to the minute as I set out on my eight hour ride through northeast Texas and Arkansas toward Memphis.
Tuesday, July 19, 2022
October 9-11
Kev, Me, Rich H. |
Monday, July 18, 2022
October 12-13
Truth be told, I could have made another week on the road with ease. Of course, I would’ve had to figure out where to go. Virginia Beach in mid-October sounded like a good detour, maybe some museums in D.C. or the Monongahela National Forest in West Virginia. One big takeaway from this trip was this itinerant road life was very agreeable to me. I’ll talk more about that in a summing up conclusion post.
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