Ready to Go….Or Maybe Not (And A Drowned Ghost Town) – Lake Mead, NV
We were all set to go. We’d packed-up the car, put away our chairs, secured our stuff…you know the drill. We’d even made the rounds and said goodbye to all our nearby boondocking friends -> the guys from Oregon up the hill, Papa over on the mesa, John down the hill and even blogging buddy Ivan & His Kitty Hailey who came to spend a few days with us (if you’re a kitty fan go check his blog -> you’ll go absolutely gaga for Hailey shots!). Oh yeah, we were READY baby…
Then that darn song started playing in my head. In fact, it was even worse than that. I woke up with it clanging around in my noggin’ like a blood-sucking leech, and if you’ve ever woken up to Punk Rock you know it’s about as soothing as splashing ice cold water on a sleeping baby:
Should I stay or should I go?
If I go there will be trouble…
And if I stay there will be double…
The CLASH, 1982
What in the world???
An hour later, as we were finishing our first cup Paul turned to me and said “You know that song by the Clash….it’s been knocking around in my head all morning“.
Well, knock me over with a toothpick and call me cooked. You don’t say…
We opened up our iPads and looked at the weather forecast. Sure enough temps had dropped pretty hard all north of us and we had ~3 perfect days of weather forecasted right here at our boondocking site. Hmmmm, you really can’t fight The Clash, ya know. That settled it. We broke out the chairs, sat down to relax and planned another few days. We still had time on our 15-day limit and there was no denying this is a gorgeous spot. Paul had a couple more trades he wanted to put on, I had a few internet items to take care of and it just made sense.
This is one of the many reasons why we prefer to boondock in the volatile Spring months. It gives us the flexibility to change with the weather (and the music, I guess) without having to re-make alot of plans. It’s also one of the reasons we love the southwest. There’s nowhere quite like this where you can do these things. Being surrounded by so much public land makes it possible to be flexible, something we wouldn’t really have the luxury of doing out east (what can I say, I’m biased…)
The other little bonus of our extended stay meant it gave us time to go explore a little ghost town just north of us. Blog reader Andy mentioned the place in the comments a few posts back and it turns out we are only a few miles south. Excellent! St. Thomas is actually more of a drowned city than a ghost town. Originally established as a Mormon settlement (their geography was a little off) in 1865 it went through several iterations before the inhabitants were forced to relocated due to rising waters from the building of Hoover Dam in 1936. It was literally drowned by the new lake and not seen again until water levels dropped. These days the water level is low enough that you can do the entire 2.5 mile loop hike with ease. Not much there except one little sign and lots of old concrete, but if you download the free Field Guide it’s a fun little outing. Dog-friendly too.
That’s about all we’ve managed these last few bonus days. We’ve now packed up our stuff, put away the chairs and are ready to go again…you know the drill, right?