I step out of the BLT and notice Lee is gone.
As Lee was leaving our campsite, she said she needed to go to the laundromat. I guess she decided to change locations, too. Although I would’ve liked to get to know her better, I’m glad she’s doing what she wants to do and going where she wants to go. That’s what being a full-time vagabond is all about!
The crew and I find more metal sculptures by Ricardo Brecedo.
See the PTV in the background?
The crew and I take a drive through Yaqui Pass.
Why, I don’t know. That road is scary! (I’m guessing Yaqui is Native American for yikes.) It’s the kind of road where I talk to myself out loud, and then when it gets really bad, I break into song. And I never sing. If babies cry when you sing a lullaby, that’s pretty good proof that you shouldn’t be singing. In church I always sit up front in the first pew so I don’t have to see fellow congregants turn around in horror to find out where that awful sound is coming from. Anyway . . . I’m singing like a canary in pain by the time we’re winding through Yaqui Pass.
We make it to Tamarisk Campground.
There’s not much to it. The sign says you can camp there for $25 a night. No, thank you! I decide to return to Borrego Springs before I lose my nerve. It amazes me that there are overlooks along such a road. I can’t imagine parking on one of the skinny turn-outs at the edge. I keep my eyes on the road, don’t look down, and sing us on out of there.
On the way down from the pass, Borrego Valley spreads out below.
It’s quite steep so I’ve got the PTV in second gear, going around 40 mph. I glance in the side mirror and see a gigantic Class A with toad barreling toward us! Oh my gosh! Does he not have brakes? I see a place I can pull over to get out of his way, and just in time, too. Whoosh! Further on, I see the same Class A on flat ground, going like a bat out of . . . out of Yaqui Pass. Unless it’s a medical emergency, that driver is a complete fool.
I score a bargain at The Frugal Coyote.
What? You expect a transition?
When in the shop a few days ago, I spy a large throw, something I’ve wanted for a long time. Even when the days are warm in the desert, once the sun is down it’s cold. I enjoy sitting outside, often before sun-up, to drink my first cup of coffee.
I hold off buying the throw because I see a sign on the thrift shop door that reads “50% off before 10 a.m.” Today I buy it at 9:35 a.m. for $4, instead of $8. The price makes it extra comfy.
The waxing of the Best Little Trailer is coming along nicely.
It will probably be a week before I’m finished, as I only do a small section each morning. I have some other maintenance jobs lined up, too. This is the best time of year to get these tasks done. I also want to take the Perfect Tow Vehicle in for an oil change before we leave Anza Borrego.
Enjoy the slideshow. I didn’t take photos of all the sculptures. I left some for you to find!
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rvsue and her canine crew 