Home at last. Poorer financially, thanks in large part to the folks at Ford Country, Las Vegas, NV; but richer by far for the experience. We left Dillon in mid-December and got back late last evening after a marathon drive from our last camp outside Ely, NV. In all we slept in the camper trailer over 50 nights; most pretty nifty, some not so hot.
I think the girls, Gale and the Pointer Sisters would agree the worst were in the canyon outside Caliente, NV, not knowing if a flash flood would wipe us out as we tossed and turned trying our damnednest to ignore the pounding rain pelting the trailer as if being blasted by a firehose; the three nights in Nipton, CA serenaded by one rumbling freight train after another--whistles blaring naturally--just a few steps from the trailer having been litterally drug there by the tow truck which we hoped would be repaired quickly but of course was not; the night at Alamo Lake, AZ wind roaring banshee-like, rain pounding down such you could barely hear yourself think, wondering again if a flash flood might kill us in the night; and last but not least the camp mentioned above outside Ely...with the temp flirting zero, the batteries near dead, the heater barely working, water still in the pipes, at 3 a.m. the panic alarm sounded, we fired up the generator, heated water on the stove to thaw the drains and finally...finally the water began draining...(don't bother asking why I didn't drain the damn thing in the daylight cause I ain't talkin)...The best camp by far was the 3 weeks plus out in the desert somewhere east of Tucson (top secret of course)...thank god we missed the whacko shoot 'em up in Tucson... Although we were actually lost closeby the scene day before...enough on that.
As I say we are now home and for the next while I plan to post a few highlight pix and naturally a comment or two...
High Tech Shaving/ Desert Style...click to enlarge, that is if you dare...
Chef Chuck grilling up a feast of bar-b-que Gambel's quail & mourning dove breasts
with grilled red spuds...damn don't it make ya wonder what the rich folk are eatin...
At first glance you might think Annie's hoarding the Fish Eye wine box but actually she's just pretending to nap...upside down a course as is her favorite style.
Laundry day in the desert...rather ingenious set-up, eh?
Two monkeys and a Ford truck...what else can I say...
Naturally geezers can't hunt 50 some days straight so...This day we set off to Kofa National Wildlife Refuge hoping to photograph desert bighorns (didn't happen by the way)...to get there we had to pass thru Quartzsite, AZ billed as the world's biggest flea market (sorry but I got other ideas)...Anyway on the way back to camp Gale insisted we stop so she could shop the many jewlery stands (no surprise there)...Anyway whilst she poked around I couldn't help taking the camera for a hike (to me the place is more like a friggin freak show, sorry)...
On a serious note almost everyone we ran into on the trip had also visited and not surprising had a horror story to tell...stollen generator, bikes ripped off while the owners slept...and on and on...so I guess we got off easy, Gale didn't bite and nothing ripped off...lucky us, eh?
Stay tuned, there's more...much more to come...over and out...Chuck
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