In the last exciting episode of rvsue and her canine crew . .
Bridget, Spike and I are boondocked in the desert next to Saddle Mountain not far from the little town of Tonopah, Arizona.
Wednesday, March 13
Late in the afternoon I drive over to Bob’s campsite (cheaprvliving.com). Bob has a Chevy Express van, too.
No question that Bob’s dog, Homer, is game for a ride in the PTV.
Without hesitating, he jumps onto the passenger seat. He finds a place to sit between the seats and waits expectantly, facing the windshield. Bridget wiggles nervously behind him and Spike claims the bench seat. Bob climbs in the passenger seat and off we go. I drive very slowly down our lane. I’m careful to avoid the big, bad, sharp rocks.
Bob and I have developed a pleasant routine of morning chats-and-walks, and then late afternoon chats-and-walks.
As we walk toward the cliffs (first photo), I tell Bob I’m going to leave in the morning for a new camp. I have several reasons: freshen up the groceries, take on water, dump, go to my bank, order stuff and have it delivered to a UPS store, get a haircut, do laundry, take the PTV to a brake shop, and probably more stuff I’m not remembering as I write this.
I can do all these things in Wickenburg which is only an hour’s drive north of here.
Not that I can’t do them elsewhere, but Wickenburg is very handy. For instance, my bank, Safeway grocery, and the laundromat are all at the same intersection.
As I drop Bob and Homer off at their campsite after our walk, Bob asks, “Will I see you again before you leave in the morning? I mean, what time are you going?”
“Oh, I’ll leave around 9 o’clock. I’ll be sure to stop and say goodbye.”
Thursday, March 14
It’s going to be a hot day in the nineties. It would make sense to get up and get going while the morning is cool. I usually do just that on a travel day. However, today I wake up feeling lazy. I dawdle at the computer sipping my coffee, take a sponge bath, and putz around until I notice it’s already 9 o’clock.
Bob comes along with Homer.
“You’re still here!” Bob announces as he walks up.
I explain my slow start, and, of course, we can’t help but gab, gab, and gab some more about blogging. At one point I’m tempted to stay another day. No, I should push on. I’m on the verge of slipping into a writing rut. A new camp is what I need. Bob and I exchange emails, say goodbye, and he continues up the lane with Homer.
The sun is bright and the day becomes very warm.
Having passenger doors on both sides of the PTV makes loading and unloading stuff easy.
The PTV has eight doors in all!
I pull up the stakes from the corners of the outdoor rug. I start to fold the rug and all is going well until Spike comes along and lies down on it. He refuses to get off it.
“What’s with you, Spike? Don’t you want to leave?”
I pick him up and put him in the front seat of the PTV. He does not look happy.
“Spikey, you always love going to a new camp. What? Are you going to miss Homer?”
As soon as the quilt is placed on the bench seat, Bridget gets in.
The dog pen is behind the passenger seat, my kayak paddles are secured behind the pen, and tote bags hang from the wire grates.
A small rug keeps the water dish from moving around in transit. Sometimes Bridget and Spike like a drink while riding along.
Being lazy, I didn’t wash the dishes or clean out the coffee pot this morning.
If I stopped to clean dishes and organize, I’d never get going!
I secure the interior, placing things on the floor rather than letting them fall. I take down the antenna and store it inside the BLT.
I always take this precaution before towing.
Yet another use for duct tape!
Spike isn’t in the PTV. Oh, boy, where did that renegade run off to?
I look around until I find him under the BLT. He refuses to come out.
“Spikey! We’re going!”
Before long we’re hitched up and on the road to our new camp!
Here’s what I see when I look back at the crew from the driver’s seat. What a pair of sad sacks today! Hmm . . . Maybe they need more sleep.
Where are we going?
That’s right! We’re on our way back to Congress for more BLM boondocking!
NOTE: Bridget and Spike sleep all the way. Well-rested with a new camp to explore, the crew is happy again. More about our new camp in the next post!