Not Quite Alone After All
When I last left you we were dancing naked around the RV….or at least I hinted at such an event. We were all alone in our luxurious spot by the mountains, reveling in the silence and basking in the peace of it all. I probably shouldn’t have been so boastful ‘coz not more than a day later one RV arrived, then another, then another….until no less than 5 RV’s were all parked around our area. I guess the draw of “the beast” was just too much and we attracted the crowds. It’s one of those weird things about boondocking which still befuddles me. People come out here to escape, yet they automatically seek out other RVs and I’m not sure why. Possibly for companionship? Security? Comfort in numbers? It’s why you’ll often see boondockers “clustered” in groups even way out in the wilds. We don’t have the same urge so it always amuses me when I see it happen, even though I know it’s a common thing.
Now, don’t get me wrong. All the “new” RVs have respectfully kept their distance (as good boondocking neighbors do) and we still have plenty of space to ourselves, but it isn’t “quite” the same as when we first arrived, and the naked thing just isn’t happenin’ anymore…Ah, the trials and tribulations of boondocking.
But there’s been a few positives to all this business. When we first arrived we were indeed all alone, except for a rather familiar-looking white Casita waaay, waay in the distance. I could barely make out the contraption, but I did spy a PTV with a solar panel parked next to a trailer with a long antenna pole. Could it be? Turns out the owner of said vehicle also had us in her zoom lens, and when I sauntered by later that day I was happily welcomed by two doggies running and yelping to see me. Yup, it was the lovely RV Sue & Her Canine Crew. We seem to cross paths quite often in our travels and it’s always a pleasure. We passed the afternoon chatting about life, blogging and travels. Her doggies (and associated wiggling butts) are as cute as ever.
And that wasn’t the end of our meetings. The next day a teeeny Airstream drove by and hid itself a ways down the wash. As it was travelling past I immediately thought of Watson’s Wander, not because it was the same rig mind you, but because (as everyone knows) all those Airstream guys know each other, right??! Hmmm…wonder if they’re friends? Turns out my instincts were spot on. Kelly & Mike, plus two gorgeous doggies Sam & Scout are a young couple only 2 months into their fulltime travels. They’d met Watson’s Wander in San Diego and made it here on their recommendation, connecting with us through our blog. As with all the young couples we meet we formed an instant connection and the doggies raced around the desert and played like childhood friends. They’ve got a super-small rig and they may only be doing this for a year, but they’re out living their dream!
We’re meeting more and more of these types of folks in our travels -> young couples working fulltime on the road, families homeschooling their kids, working sorts taking a year or two off from work. I totally enjoy all the retired folks we meet, but I really dig it when I see younger people getting into RVing too. It’s part of what our blog is all about (enabling others to try this lifestyle) and I just love it when I see it happen. We’ll be taking these two for their first trip to Mexico when I go back for my new crown tomorrow and will probably hang out some more before we leave.
But RVers aren’t the only visitors out here. The gold history around here means these hills are littered with hundreds of old mines & abandoned structures….and ghosts too. I love this kind of stuff, and I actually prefer to go out and discover these things on my own. So, yesterday afternoon I ditched hubby & spent some time biking around and exploring the back roads seeking history…and old stories. Usually I’ll sit by the structures I find and imagine the draw of gold that brought people out here, the hard life, the lawlessness and the very, very few who made it rich. It’s been said that one out of five miners who came out west in 1849 were dead within six months. Who knows how many still walk these hills?
Oh and did I mention the FLOURESCENT sunsets we’ve been having? Bright, bursting, spectacular shows of light so ridiculously intense they seem almost unnatural. It’s been happening every night and the show has been even better when the clouds are out. What better way to end the post and say goodbye to all those we’ve met but with the pics to prove it?
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