The crew and I traverse a lot of unpopulated desert terrain today.
We drive further south on Highway 395 from our Fossil Falls camp, and we don’t stop until we reach Kramer Junction. For an intersection in the desert, what a busy place! I pull into the Pilot Station for gas. Semi-trucks are all over, crisscrossing this way and that.
The Subway sign beckons me, “RVSue, RVSue, come to me and you will taste bread.” Oh shucks. I’ve only eaten two slices of bread in the past eight months or so. I’m goin’ in.
My foot-long sandwich in hand, I board the PTV.
We turn east toward Barstow on Highway 58. Lo and behold, not far out of Kramer Junction, we come upon Bob Skelding of wagonteamster.com!
You can catch up to Bob and his team by clicking on the link and looking at Trip #4.
The crew and I travel the same route today as Bob, crossing some pretty harsh landscape with no water or forage for the horses. Now that’s what I call brave!
I park the PTV ahead of them and take these photos as they pass.
I don’t want to impede their progress in any way, so we merely exchange waves, and I return us to the highway.
Quite a difference between our rigs and tow “vehicles.”
Have a safe journey, Bob!
Owl Canyon Campground is north of Barstow at the entrance of Rainbow Basin.
This is geology I can enjoy! And the campground is surrounded by it!
Ancient rock on one side of the campground
It’s a Bureau of Land Management campground ($6 a night, regular price, or only $3 with the Senior Pass). It’s in excellent condition with new shelters, picnic tables, vault toilets, playgrounds, and very nice grills. A few water spigots are located around the campground with signs cautioning campers to take water sparingly.
A campsite typical of Owl Canyon Campground
The campground is bordered on two sides by deep washes.
I choose a site away from the washes so I don’t have to worry about Spike ducking out of sight.
I park the BLT so the door opens to the picnic table, and the refrigerator side is in shade.
The place is almost empty, just three other campsites are occupied. We’re spaced apart from each other.
I pay the fee for five nights.
On the way to the self-pay station I meet Lisa and Chuck from Victorville, CA, which is about an hour’s drive south of here. They tell me one of the other campers is the first of forty more campers expected for a night or two. They think the people are coming in tomorrow. “He told us not to worry, that it’s a religious gathering. There won’t be any booze, just some music.”
This is the structure half-assembled for the gathering.
As you’ve probably figured out my now, I can get online! I don’t know how long we’ll camp here. It’s warm during the day and not too cold, I’m told, during the night.
Some might call it love. I call it obsessive-compulsive behavior. “Gee, Spike. Are you washing Bridget’s face again?”
It’ll be fun exploring and photographing this place. I like it here. Bridget and Spike seem to like it, too!
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rvsue and her canine crew 