December 21, 2016 Datil Well Campground, NM When I set up yesterday, it was lovely. I took Argos for a little walk and discovered that we had the campground all to ourselves. It started raining last night and didn’t stop. I wrote this morning. It’s raining. I’m not good at sitting and just “doing nothing” so perhaps this is good for me. I do wish I had connectivity though so that I could check the forecast and find out how…
Gila Cliff Dwellings and more hot springs I woke up and took a morning soak. I could get used to this. Pugsly seems to like stomping around in the leaves. After my morning soak, coffee, and breakfast, I packed up camp and headed for the Gila Cliff Dwellings about 8 miles up the road. I stopped at the Visitor’s Center and arrived just in time for the 15-minute informational movie. The Puebloans of the Mogollon area built these dwellings between…
Sunday, December 18, 2016 Chiricahua National Monument, Arizona It reminded me a lot of Goblin Valley in Utah. Neat! I rolled a 5 = go to the nearest border. That’s New Mexico tomorrow! Monday, December 19, 2016 I’m afraid of heights, so every time I come across a name or a map of “something Pass” I get nervous. But I keep going over them anyway. Learning my truck’s low gears and giving myself permission to be the slowest person on…
I left Tucson on Saturday, visited a friend in Parker Canyon Lake, then headed up over scary Montezuma Pass to Bisbee to visit another friend, and a tour of The Great US/Mexico Wall before I left to head to Chiricahua National Monument. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any photos of Parker Canyon Lake. My friend and I took Argos and her doggie on a nice little walk part-way around. It was a good, albeit short, visit then I was on my…
We pack these boxes full of stuff for perhaps use on a later day. We fill the lockers with unnecessary items in order to hold onto some tangible evidence of our existence. I am on the tail end of this current adventure – this temporary place I moved for a job and to heal some wounds four years ago. This is the only town in my adult life I didn’t purposely choose to move to. I happened here, and at…
My bed sold on Wednesday, the dresser left yesterday, and today my friend walked out with the tv and armfuls of kitchen supplies and foods that I won’t be able to use in the camper. We talk about ideas of ‘things’ owning us, about how experiences are what matter, but until you are sitting in a small cottage after two years of being embedded looking at blank walls and empty floors, you really don’t understand what that means. Moving is…