THE WINDS OF TRAVEL ARE STIRRING

MOVED TO OUR NEW DIGS THIS MORNING

Late Monday afternoon a truck camper rolled into the desert & parked in our back yard!! Acres & acres of room here but this fellow decided to set up shop about a hundred yards from our rig. Now, in an RV Park a space of a hundred yards between rigs would be pure heaven but out here in the desert, that's not only un-acceptable, it's downright rude & inconsiderate. Well, at least in my books anyway. The people had 2 dogs so that immediately presented a problem with our gang as the bunch ran over barking their tails off. I walked over to fetch our guys & the older couple did not seem friendly. It wasn't long after that I heard the loud radio station inside their camper. Very loud!!!! I have zero tolerance for people like that so the handwriting was on the wall. We were going to have to move. No point in asking them to turn the music down because by then the damage is already done. If someone is that inconsiderate & uncaring in the first place then I have no interest in talking to them at all for any reason. And I don't want to be camped near them!!!!

After a short dog walk this morning Kelly & I put the computer in the car & drove to another area west of us checking for a good Verizon signal. Just off Rockhouse Rd Kelly spotted what looked like a solar oven out in the desert. Doug & JoAnn had told us about an oven some friends of theirs had built out here somewhere so we're thinking this is it. We drove over to the pile of rocks & domed adobe oven & had a closer peek. Looked like a great camping spot plus we were able to pick up a good Verizon signal. The decision was made!! We zipped back to the rig & half an hour later we were all packed up & on the move to our new site.

Ever since setting up in the desert a couple of weeks ago our nearest neighbor was a 5th wheel just to the south of us. We never really got over to meet the people except one time at Butch's four o'clock fire ring. Yesterday morning I walked over & said good morning. As it turns out, Suzanne & Bob are a lot like us. A bit on the shy side when it comes to meeting people & not wanting to bother anyone. That happens a lot with boondockers. People tend to stick to themselves & I'm sure some great friendships are missed that way. Kelly came over & it wasn't long & we had all found some common ground to converse on. And, is so often the case these days, the main topic turned to computers & the cyber problems encountered on the road. Always nice to hear new ideas & learn new things. And meet some likeable people along the way.

Before we pulled out this morning Kelly went over & let Suzanne & Bob know our change of plans. They are heading for Mexico next week so hope we see them again before they leave. Stopped at Butch's for a minute & told him we'd just be down the road a bit.

We like our new spot because the closest rig is about a half or a mile away. No more worrying about the dogs bugging people or someone in the backyard with a loud radio!! And, we have a view of Borrego Springs down in the shallow valley to our southwest. Am looking forward to seeing the lights of Borrego shimmering in the night air to-night.

Kelly slipped into town for some groceries while I reversed the solar panels on the roof because we changed the direction of the coach in our new spot. Our door now opens to the south & we have put the awning out for the first time since putting it up in Truth or Consequences at the end of last February. STEAKS ON THE CHARCOAL COOKER

A month or so ago we had heard from another RV couple (Doug & JoAnn) about a possible ranch sitting job over in Arizona for the month of February. We have been in contact with the ranch people & to-day received an email saying they would like us to come over & take the job, so that's what we are going to do. The winds of travel are stirring & we've been putting to-gether some travel plans this afternoon. Will probably leave here around the end of the week heading over into the Quartzite area for a few days & then eventually working our way southeast through Gila Bend, Casa Grande, Tucson, Benson, & then on down into the Bisbee/Douglas area.

This is a good example of why we love this RV lifestyle so much. Nothing ever remains the same, change is always afoot. New adventures around every corner & over every hill. Hardly ever two days the same. Plans made, plans changed. Sometimes it's the weather that determines the destination & sometimes it's a comment from a fellow RV'er about a great place just over those mountains there. We ended up in Borrego Springs last year because of a chance encounter with another RV'er over in Slab City who said what a great place Borrego was. He was right:)) I like the friendships that are made out on the road as well. They are generally brief encounters with people you may or may not ever see again. And that's what makes the friendships special because there is an unwritten bond formed. We are all fellow travelers living a vagabond lifestyle helping each other along the way. Some full time & some part time. People never really get to know each other well enough to get on each other's nerves over a long period of time & I really like that. It's one of the true beauty's of the internet in how people remain in contact with each other over the years. You may never see them again but you follow their lives as they travel about over the land. Some, like us, have blogs & some can be found on RV Forums, Facebook or My Space. Many varied ways of keeping in touch with each other. You are only an email away from people at any time. It's a special kinship & it is our preferred style of life................................................

THE SOLAR OVEN BUILT BY A PREVIOUS RV PERSON CAMPED HERE

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TRAVELING WITH OUR BEST PALS

CARLSBAD  CAVERNS NEW MEXICO

I know it's hard for a lot of people to wrap their heads around the thought of traveling in a motorhome with 3 dogs. An even harder thought for me is the thought of traveling in a motorhome with 3 kids. Dogs I understand but kids I know absolutely nothing about.  I think they are totally from another planet somewhere. Relatives tell me I was a kid once, but I don't believe them!! Relatives can be wrong you know.

My Mother was an animal lover & fortunately that has been passed on to me. Had 18 hamsters, 2 guinea pigs, a bird & one cat living with me one time plus an aquarium full of guppies. When Kelly & I lived in an old farm house years ago we had 2 house cats, about a dozen barn cats outside at any one time, 3 birds, & another tank of guppies. Oh, & some more guinea pigs in the basement. Then we got Max.
PANCHO VILLA STATE PARK, COLUMBUS NEW MEXICO

Max was about 6 weeks old when we got him for $5 from a farm near Mitchell, Ontario. Just a little ball of puppy fur I could hold in one hand. Wasn't sure what he was but he's looking a lot like a blond border collie/lab now, 11 years later. Max won a 1rst place red ribbon at doggy obedience school when we took him. He was also the only dog in the class to poop on the floor twice too. But, no matter, I was proud of my boy:)) He used to fetch the newspaper from the end of our driveway too back then. His much most favoritist thing of ever to do is playing sticks. He just loves to chase sticks. SOMEWHERE IN THE GREAT AMERICAN SOUTHWEST:))

Cora, our little Motormouse was Kelly's daughter's dog after an original owner didn't have time for her. Her daughter lived in a big city & was busy with a new job as well so one day little Cora came out to our place for a holiday. That was about 4 years ago & she's still here. We're sure glad she is. Max was a little put out at first but they soon became bestest Pals. We think she is a cross between a Chihuahua & a Pug. She has a face like bat so I call her a Chipugamug. Chi for Chihuahua, Pug for a Pug, & boy, what a mug!! Chipugamug. I never cared for the name Cora so I nicknamed her Motormouse & call her Motor for short. She is the big Boss of the other 2 dogs in the house & she is just a little Sweetums.  In later years I called her 'Beans:))'  BORREGO SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA

Checkers came to us about 3 years ago. She was having a hard time fitting in at the place she was living. She had fallen on hard times at several points in her life. Kelly first met Checkers in an unusual way. On the beach one day where she worked she heard a dog barking way out in the waters of Lake Huron. It appeared to be in trouble & some boaters were trying to help by getting the big dog in the boat but things were not going well. Without a thought, Kelly, an avid swimmer in those days, went into the lake & swam out to the dog in distress. It was a beautiful black & white Border Collie & Kelly was able to get a hold of her collar & guide her back to the beach. People in the boat were clapping. Checkers went on her way that day but Kelly tried to keep an eye on her from then on.  Checkers would often wander away from her home at the beach & be gone for days. Sometimes people in Bayfield would bring her back. Sometimes the dog catcher would bring her back or lock her up for the night. Kelly worried that someday.......nobody would bring her back:((

And then one sunny summer afternoon I looked up as Kelly pulled in the driveway after work. And there in the front seat of the car was this big beautiful black & white Border Collie named Checkers. Sitting up as proudly as she could because her very best friend Kelly had just brought her home to stay. And Checkers has been with us ever since. Max & the Motor weren't too sure about this new intruder at first but with a lot of TLC on everybody's part, the bond between the 3 furry Musketeers was finally cemented & we all became one big happy family. We became, The Bayfield Bunch:)) The Bayfield part is named after the little town we live near. DEAD HORSE STATE PARK, COTTONWOOD ARIZONA

When we first began putting to-gether our plans for RVing someday we were concerned as to what we would do with the doggy guys if we go away. Didn't figure there was any way to travel with 3 dogs, but we had 2 priorities going for us that had to be worked out & number one on that list was the dogs. They are just an important part of the family as either Kelly or I so we decided wherever we go, the 3 Musketeers were going as well. Our second priority was a suitable RV & after a couple false starts & poor decisions on our part we finally decided on a Motorhome where we would all be to-gether in one big comfortable place while traveling.
DARBY WELL ROAD, AJO ARIZONA

We soon discovered that RV Parks were totally out of the question. No place for the dogs to run free in an RV Park & we do not believe in having them straining & choking on the ends of leashes or tied up to ropes & chains. Dogs are meant to be free, to run, to play, & to just be the fun loving critters they are. It was one of the many things that pointed us in the direction of the Boondocking lifestyle. It's not just the doggy guys who needed to be free of rules & regulations, leashes & chains. It was us too.

It's like a 3 ring circus here in the motorhome sometimes with dogs, rubber balls, & chew toys flying around all over the place. They are a constant source of entertainment for us & I love to watch them all playing to-gether. The personalities (or dogonalities) each one has is so uniquely individual & I just love watching them all interacting with each other. We have our morning routine of playtime that sometimes gets Mom a bit riled up when the barking gets a tad loud & the rubber toys are flying through the air but we somehow manage to get on Mom's good side again until the next time.

Like the old saying goes about a dog being man's best friend. It is true & I sure get a lot of people mad at me sometimes when I tell them I've never met a human being yet that I liked better than my dogs. But, that's the difference between people & animals. No matter what, your bestest pals are just going to love you forever, no matter what you say.........................and you, them:)) QUARTZSITE, ARIZONA


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ROCKHOUSE ROAD & COYOTE CANYON

Noticed the moon going down over Coyote Mountain this morning so started off the day in my pajamas outside the motorhome taking pictures. Another perk that comes with boondocking. No neighbors close by to complain about some guy running around in his PJ's. The area we are boondocking in was once an aerial gunnery range where fighter pilots were trained during & after the second world war. There is a large dry lake bed west of us called Clark Dry Lakebed & that's where the large concrete targets were placed for the pilots to shoot at. There are still bullets & shell casings to be found here in the desert. Last January we found the business end of a 50MM tracer bullet. A gravel road (Rockhouse) leads back to this dry lake bed & continues for miles beyond into what we hear is a beautiful area. To-day we followed that road along the east side of Coyote Mountain as far as we could before having to turn around. Just too rough for our 2 wheel drive car. COYOTE CANYON

On the other side of Coyote Mountain is Coyote Canyon (of course) so we slipped around over there where the road through the desert is all hard packed sand & much gentler for both vehicles & passengers. The road slowly climbs into a valley with an abundance of Ocotillo plants. Most we've ever seen in one place. Indians lived in this sheltered valley a couple of hundred years ago. It later became a main route for people making the trek to the west. Beautiful area surrounded by tall mountains on three sides. Drove in as far as a place called Desert Garden. Not much there except a few picnic tables & a bench but definitely a quiet shelter in the desert to sit & quietly imagine the life & times of the people who once lived here.Borrego Springs is only about 3 miles from Coyote Canyon so we drove back into town & split a fish taco at Jilbertos. I still prefer my hamburger but was told by the Boss we were going to share the taco so button it up. Parked by the library for a few minutes to check out their Wifi signal on our laptop. Kelly's having a few problems accessing her business email account so she was doing some troubleshooting. I took a few photos around the picturesque Borrego mall while she worked on the computer. BORREGO SPRINGS MALL

Back to the rig by 3. Another couple, Ken & Vicki walked over so we did a little tour of our renovated motorhome showing them the Ikea furniture we had put in after ripping out all the cheap RV stuff last year in Quartzite. I think they went back to their rig with a few new ideas:)) JUST OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY

The lack of wind made for a very warm day so we stayed outside & got a campfire going in the later afternoon. We haven't had many campfires so it was nice for a change to hear the crackling fire & get that great wood smell imbedded in our clothes. Watched the full moon slowly rise over the Santa Rosa mountains & enjoyed the sounds of our neighbors well played bongo drums wafting in on the still desert air. A nice way to end another fine day in the Borrego Valley................................................... SUNSET ON THE MOUNTAINS

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TO-DAY I DIPPED MY TOE INTO THE SALTON SEA

LOOKING NORTHWARD ALONG THE WESTERN EDGE OF THE SALTON SEA

We have been a couple of weeks now without any television channels & I'm surprised we have adapted so well. Routines & habits sometimes seem insurmountable & while home in Canada the thoughts of going without our daily television fix was unimaginable. First thing on in the morning & last thing off at night. CNN, Weather Channel, South Park, Local News, ABC, Oprah, CNN, Biographies, Nightime soap dramas, NBC, History Channel, CNN, PBS, Oprah, well, you get my drift. Did I mention CNN & Oprah!!!!

CNN news comes to us now via satellite radio but it's not the same as television & we are not drawn to it the same. Kind of drones on for a bit in the morning & generally leaves our memory banks before we are even back from our walk. Just not the same as at home...............and we like it this way.In an earlier blog last fall I wrote about our morning walks & morning talks. And so it was this morning. The changing economy, the future, the RV lifestyle, the uncertainty, our aging health, decisions, priorities, dreams, realities, mistakes & misfortunes. And talks of things to come. It was a good morning walk.

Kelly's ankle continues it's remarkable recovery. With the amount of pain she was in a couple of night's ago I figured she was going to be totally out of action for a couple of weeks for sure. She's walking on it ok now with no pain. Figured we better take it easy for awhile yet, so to-day we decided to take a drive over to Salton City located on the shores of the Salton Sea about 20 minutes east of us. We had seen the Salton Sea from a distance a few times before but had never drove to it's shores for a closer look.

NOT MUCH ACTIVITY HERE ANYMORE

Highway 86 runs north & south along the west side of the Salton Sea & at about the halfway point lies the raggly taggly community of Salton City. Salton City looks to me like it might have been a nice place at one time because of an area along the shore that had been landscaped nice with palms & plants. A paved drive with white curbs marked what might have once been a picnic area or a beach pavilion. Now, the palms are all but dead, the pavement is cracked & broken. The curbs have faded & broken glass & litter is everywhere. The salt encrusted poor smelling shoreline with it's brackish water was anything but appealing & in the end this is what may have finally spelled the demise of people's efforts years ago to have themselves a fine recreation area. I always find it sad when I see something that people have obviously worked hard to make nice, in such disarray. Somebody had a dream at one time & all that is left is the dead & dying palms, faded curbs & broken asphalt now.

We drove around the streets & houses & saw the for sale signs, the empty windows. Didn't appear to be any downtown area, just dusty & empty streets in many places. We drove into an RV Park near the water that didn't have a single sole in it. The lots were there, the water taps worked, saw electricity boxes, picnic tables, fire pits, some nicely planted greenery...........but nobody was there. No rigs, no people, no hope. We also saw nice homes, a couple of other RV Parks that appeared to be full & we drove past the brightest spot in town, the High School. It was painted a strong mustard yellow & trimmed in a hard dark blue. Couldn't resist a few photos. The town lies between highway 86 & the Salton Sea, about a distance of a mile or so. The west side of the highway is a totally different story. There is evidence of progress here. A huge gas station complex is under construction with about 10 gas pumps & as many or more diesel pumps. Dump station for RV's & the list goes on. The garage is looking like a mini-Casino. A new supermarket right beside the gas bar opened a year ago to-day & looks like another food eatery place nearby too. Subdivisions are also going up on the west side of the highway. It's as if the highway divides the dying past from the bustling future. Or, does it!! Nothing is for sure anymore in this economy:((
So, we wish you all the best Salton City & hope you can turn yourself around.

LOS ANGELES IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THOSE MOUNTAINS SOMEWHERE

We were home by 3 & both tired. I don't think rock scrambling in the canyons is as tiring as driving around looking at a crumbling lifestyle so with a bit of luck & Kelly's ankle on the mend we're hoping to go have us a look at a place nearby called Coyote Canyon shortly. Been reading about it in my new book lately. A lot of history here in this area.
SACK OF BIG CALIFORNIA ORANGES FOR A DOLLAR

The full moon rising over the Santa Rosa mountains to-night was nothing short of marvelous. As I sit here at the computer I can look out the big windshield to my left & the ground looks like it is covered with snow. The moon on the sand & gravel surface seems to illuminate the landscape while the dark shadowy mountains in the background lend there presence to give one an ominous feeling. There are legends in the desert & sometimes you can almost feel them............................................

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FILLED SOME UP & DUMPED SOME OTHERS

TARANTULA'S SIZE COMPARED TO MY CAMERA'S LENS CAP

Despite Kelly's ankle still being swollen, the pain has eased off considerably & she is now walking without JoAnn's cane. We'll just have to back off the strenuous hikes for a bit until her ankle returns to normal. She's able to drive the car ok & we did get a short doggy walk in this morning.

We had a quarter tank of propane left & about half a quarter tank of water so I slipped up on the roof this morning, put the solar panels down, & we headed into town to replenish some tanks & empty some others.
Forty minutes later we were back in our spot in the desert setting up again. Kelly slipped back into town later for some groceries & ended up finding her own adjustable cane at the Frugal Coyote for $3.

The rest of the day was spent outside lazing around reading & doing just about the total square root of nothing. A good day for resting Kelly's ankle.

We have Sirius satellite radio here in the motorhome so we have music playing all day long just like at home. Channel 073 The Spa plays ambient music & William Ackerman, my favorite acoustical guitar player is on a lot. His early album, Passage, is one of my all time favorites. http://www.williamackerman.com/
For those of you who have Sirius satellite radio, you probably have noticed the little dog emblem on the radio & in the literature. Sirius (the dog star) is a very bright star right now below the unmistakable constellation, Orion. (The Hunter) It is in the constellation, Canis Major. Sirius is one of Orion's hunting dogs.

You probably notice I don't have much to put in the blog to-night so on that note I'll turf myself out of the computer chair & take myself for a nice moonlit walk in the desert......................

No photos for the album to-night.

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RETURN TO GHOST MOUNTAIN

A VIEW FROM GHOST MOUNTAIN

Kelly's ankle is slowly on the mend (we hope) but she still has to use a borrowed cane from JoAnn to get around. She is able to hobble on the front end of her foot but the heel & ankle are still pretty sore. Had wrapped it last night for support so she has decided to leave the wrap on for a few days. We still have no idea what happened.

I remembered to put a photo in last night's blog of an egg pocket but forgot to put in a description. Kelly says it's puff pastry that is filled with a sliced ham, cheese, & egg combination. The corners of the pastry are then drawn up somehow & fastened into a pouch.....or pocket. I guess it is then baked or something. Anyway, sure tastes good:))

Another sunny start to the morning as we scurried around (well, I scurried & Kelly hobbled) getting things ready for our trip over to the Blair Valley & Ghost Mountain. We had seen a short 15 minute movie while here last year about the Marshal South family living atop Ghost Mountain back in the 40's. We knew that a full length 76 minute documentary called, The Ghost Mountain Experiment had also been completed but hadn't seen it. By co-incidence, the producer of that documentary movie, John McDonald had come across our website awhile back & noticed my interest in the Marshal South story. He noted that in my blog a few days ago I mentioned about coming out to Ghost Mountain one day this week. We received an email from John saying he was going to be in the area to-day (Thursday) & would we like to meet him out at Ghost Mountain. You betcha!!

It's about a 40 minute drive from Borrego Springs, through the Yaqui Pass & across the Blair Valley to the foot of Ghost Mountain. Ghost Mountain isn't really what you think of as a big mountain with a peak on it. The South family referred to it as the hill & the Indian legends referred to it as a mountain. Regardless, it's a mile from the parking lot to the ruins & a lot of that is going up on a very steep angle. Certainly a good rock scramble.

LOOKING AT THE LONG RUGGED PATH AHEAD

It was an absolutely beautiful morning as we turned off the highway into the desert & bumped along the long & winding dusty road leading to the foot of the mountain. To my relief, nobody was there. Just us, the birds, the desert, & the mountain. Kelly brought a comfy lounge chair along as well as her book because there was no way she could hike on her sore ankle. There was enough shade there from some shrubbery to put the chair under. I slipped on my photo vest, hung the cameras & binoculars on myself & started up the rugged trail for my second visit to Ghost Mountain & the ruins of Yaquitepec, the Marshal South home. Doesn't take long for the hill to get you puffing as you scramble upwards along the narrow rock strewn path. I was so happy to be once again returning to a place that I had found very special just over a year ago. With each step the view out over the Blair Valley just gets better & better. The trail has many switchbacks before reaching a level plateau. From this plateau you can see for miles to the southeast towards the Butterfield Ranch & Vallecito Stage Station & countless miles beyond that to another distant mountain range probably a hundred miles or more away. It was down this valley that the old Butterfield Stage used to run. The walk across the plateau brings you to what looks like an impossible steep boulder climb to another high ridge but the path weaves it's way though the rocks gently taking you ever higher. Some of the rocks look like large stepping stones as you scramble over the them, but the footing is solid & you just keep going. The scenery all around you is too beautiful to even think about not going any further. it's a rare beauty & one that you most often won't see anywhere else. Large smooth boulders, green Agaves, cactus, a fine sandy path, & huge blue mountains on the horizons. And soon........you are at the top, & the ruins of Yaquitepec slowly come into view. PART OF THE KITCHEN WALL

It's the old wooden framework that I saw first as I once again approached the home of the Marshal South family. The silence was broken only by the occasional bird as I stood there in the kitchen area of a story that has touched my heart ever since I first went there. Put my cameras down & just slowly let all the memories come into my mind from the book I was reading exactly one year ago at this time. I think it was the way Marshal South described the Christmas's they had on the mountain that touched me the most. He wrote in such a way as to paint pictures in one's mind & it was those pictures I was seeing as I stood there amidst the ruins to-day. SOMEDAY THE ONLY THING LEFT HERE WILL BE THE MEMORIES

I sat on a large rock that I knew the family must have sat on many times watching the sun rise over the long sweeping valley below. I walked among the rocks where I knew the family had lived & played. And I felt the sadness too. It's a very special place.............................

I heard some voices after awhile & noticed an elderly couple making their way up the path so I knew it was time for me to go. It was time for someone else to feel the happiness & the loneliness of Yaquitepec & I didn't want to spoil their special time. Glanced at my watch & realized I had been there with my memories for over an hour. Before starting down I walked over to the edge & noticed far below in the parking lot that John McDonald & his wife Lydia had arrived so I had to crack on some speed. Twenty minutes later I was shaking hands with the man who produced the documentary & the lady who wrote it. What a privilege that was for me. Another RV couple was there as well & we all had ourselves a good chin wag about the whole Ghost Mountain Experiment. Kelly was busy snapping pictures, sore ankle & all. John autographed a copy of the DVD for us & then we all took a tour of his Teardrop Camping Trailer. Check the photo album:)) Some more stories, some more questions, some more laughs, then it was time to go. It was a nice way to end the day for us & we met some charming people along the way. We all said our good-byes as John & Lydia headed off in their Honda Pilot with the Teardrop camping trailer in tow. The other couple headed for their RV in preparation for climbing Ghost Mountain.....and Kelly & I wended our way back through the Blair Valley, over the twisting Yaqui Pass, & through Borrego Springs to our temporary little home in the desert.

DOCUMENTARY PRODUCER JOHN MCDONALD & WIFE LYDIA WHO WROTE IT

As soon as we finished supper we sat down & watched John McDonald's production of, The Ghost Mountain Experiment. Having just walked through the ruins of Yaquitepec only hours before, the documentary came alive for me in a very special way. There on the screen was old movie footage of the Marshal South family as they were, over 60 years ago. And there was Rider South, now an older man, walking through the ruins of Yaquitepec for one last time. John interviewed Rider several times at his home in Silver City NM a few years ago & the documentary has Rider talking of his memories of those days growing up so long ago atop Ghost Mountain. This is a very well done documentary & both Kelly & I really enjoyed the whole movie. It will be the first DVD I play on our 42" screen when we get back to Canada too. TALKING ABOUT, THE GHOST MOUNTAIN EXPERIMENT

It is a beautiful night in the desert. It's unusually warm & the nearly full moon is flooding the desert floor with sparkling moonbeams. I can see other rigs scattered about with campfires going. What a peaceful way to end the day. This is such a beautiful country.......................................................

And late this afternoon I had my first encounter with a large Tarantula spider!!

THIS CHARMING LITTLE FELLOW WAS ABOUT 3 FEET FROM KELLY'S FOOT WHEN i SPOTTED HIM

I didn't spend a lot of time editing to-day's photos because it's nearly midnight right now & I'm about ready to fall off my chair. A lot of the Ghost Mountain pics won't mean much to a lot of people but for anyone who's been there, they will understand so I've just included them all. And I hope the other couple we met at the foot of Ghost Mountain can see the pics as well. And John & Lydia, thanks for taking the time out of your camping holiday to meet us this morning at Ghost Mountain. Really, really, appreciated that...............................................Take care guys:))

THE GHOST MOUNTAIN EXPERIMENT
John McDonald Productions Inc.
(626) 799-0500
http://www.ghostmountainmovie.com/

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MOUNTAIN PALM CANYON HIKE.....& AN INJURY!!

STANDING IN AWE OF THE PALMS

First order of business this morning was to get ourselves an egg pocket & photograph it, so by 9 a.m. we were on the road headed for Calicos. Egg pockets go fast so we were lucky they still had some left. A few free cookie samples first & then we purchased our egg pocket. Set it on the table, took a few photos, & then we ate it. Took some great photos of Kelly wolfing her half down but she wouldn't let me put them in the photo album. Grabbed a couple of coffees to go (plus some more cookie samples) & headed off out of town for place about an hour or so away called, Mountain Palm Canyon Campground. Not too far from San Diego. AND, THIS IS AN EGG POCKET:))

We had been told there is a whole herd of elephant trees in one of the canyon's there & the guide book we had said they were there too, so that's what we were looking for........but, we never did find them. I think they must have rumbled away when they heard us coming.

It was a beautiful mornings drive from Borrego Springs to Mountain Palms & once again we were just bowled over by the majestic mountains all around us, the winding roads twisting through the desert, the big blue sky & the many hues & colors in the air, the rocks, & the mountains themselves. This is such a beautiful land & if I thought it was hard to go home last year, I'm really going to have a hard time of it this year. We talk a lot about staying in the American Southwest but we know it's just not probable for us. Not impossible, just not probable!!

We reached Anza-Borrego's Mountain Palm Canyon campground shortly after 11 & already the mornings sun was heating up. From the parking lot we saw palm trees up 2 of the 3 canyons so headed off up the one to our right. The trail led up a wide sandy wash but soon narrowed into a rock strewn path that we had a hard time finding in a few spots. The rocks soon turned into boulders & we had some good rock scrambling ahead of us. Took us about 15 minutes to reach the small grove of palms & we could hear voices nearby. A couple of older fellow hikers were perched on a rock under the palms taking a break. They were very helpful in answering our questions about the area & the older fellow actually lives in Borrego Springs. They had some good guide books with them & that was helpful. Another group of hikers with dogs came by on their way up so we decided to follow them. They were younger folks & were soon out of site as they quickly clambered over the large topsy turvey boulders. We persevered though & soon reached a second stand of palm trees & large bowl like plateau. These towering fan palms are truly awe inspiring. We were just trying to figure out a secondary route back down the canyon when the dog hikers returned from over a ridge. They had been looking for a standing water source they knew was in the area but never did find it. We asked about the elephant trees but nobody knew where they were.

In the company of the dog hikers we all headed back down the jumble of rocks to the first palm trees which we learned was called Mary's Grove. Stopped for a short rest here & the hikers watered their dogs. As is quite often the case we all asked where each other was from & wouldn't you know it, one of the fellow's Mother lives in Spencerport, NY. That's where Kelly grew up & her Mom & Dad still live there. Small world once again. It was a short rocky drop to the parking lot about a quarter mile away as we said good-bye to the dog walkers & headed up another canyon.

SOME FELLOW HIKERS WATERING THEIR DOGS

The second canyon walk also had a grove of palm trees plus some running water trickling down a sandy wash. We reached those palms in about 10 minutes, but still nothing looking like a grove of elephant trees. Took a break here & ate our peanut butter sandwiches in the shade of the majestic palms. We headed back down the sandy wet wash to the parking lot & were heading to the car when Kelly spotted a third path leading up a rocky slope. So, off we went again climbing steeply up a dusty path that someone had spent a lot of time lining with stones. We climbed for about 15 minutes until we reached a plateau of sorts. We were really hoping to see some elephant trees somewhere up here but the path just wandered aimlessly through the rocks & off across the desert plateau. A decision was made to turn back once again because by this time we were beginning to get a little pooped under the heat of the relentless sun. Back down the narrow rocky path & headed once more for the car. We were nearly at the car walking across a flat stretch of sand when unbeknownst to me at the time, Kelly felt an unusual twinge in her right ankle. She didn't think much of it at the time so didn't say anything. EGG POCKET

From the Mountain Palm Canyon campground we drove south to the Carrizo badlands overlook. Had debated about going all the way to Ocotillo but decided it was time to head for home. Once again we marveled at the beauty surrounding us. Just over the mountains about 40 short miles west of us lay the city of San Diego, but here in the peaceful desert we were basically the only people on the road. Might have seen half a dozen vehicles in about 3 hours. That would never happen back home anywhere that close to a major city!! THE DESERT IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE

Waved to Ghost Mountain as we went by again but we'll be heading back there in the morning. Took a slightly different route on our return to Borrego Springs this time. Instead of heading through Yaqui Pass we decided to come across the backside of the San Ysidro mountains & take the hair raising plunge down Montezuma's Grade which would land us right in Borrego Springs. It's an 8 to 9% grade for 11 miles all the way to the bottom. About half way down we came up behind a large Class C motorhome towing a fairly large trailer. it was about this time that we began smelling hot brake linings. Took me by surprise because I was staying off the brakes as much as possible & using the gears to keep my downward spiral in check. Thought occurred to me I might have a brake pad sticking but everything felt normal. The smell kept getting stronger. The Class C ahead slowed & moved to the right a bit & I was able to get around him on the left. Strangely enough, the hot brakes smell dissipated almost immediately. Only then did I realize it wasn't our brakes after all. It was the Class C & trailer's brakes we were smelling. The next thought that occurred to me was, if he loses his brakes he's going to come barreling down the mountain right behind us. After a few tight turns I never saw him again. He may still be on the side of that mountain somewhere white knuckled to his steering wheel forever. WE ATE OUR PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES IN THE SHADE OF THE PALMS

We were home by 3 & so far, all was well. Butch, Kapeesh, Doug, JoAnn, & Fillmore dropped by for a chat around 4. Talked about the day's hikes etc. Kelly went in & out of the motorhome a couple times to fetch a book & some maps & it was during one of these trips that her ankle let go but she hid the pain until everyone had headed back to their rigs. For Kelly to acknowledge or admit any kind of injury is a very rare thing. By the time I came into the motorhome her face was knotted in pain. She can't put any weight on her foot or turn it. Her toes felt numb & the pain was radiating up to her knee. I suggested we head for the medical clinic but she wouldn't have any part of that. And I thought I was the only stubborn one of the Bayfield Bunch. She iced her ankle & wrapped it but the pain didn't back off. Only thing that brought her some relief was a couple of aspirins later on. Right now she is using an old baseball bat as a cane to hobble around with & still cannot put any weight on the foot. We'll see what the morning brings. She's pretty darn stubborn you know....................................................

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LAZY DAY FOLLOWED BY A CAMPFIRE CIRCLE

GOT THE START OF A GOOD MORNING GOING HERE

Had only read a couple pages of my new book when I knew I was going to like it. The thoughts & feelings of author Lawrence Hogue were right in line with my own. When I read the line, "the place has a hold on me that is hard to describe" I knew this was going to be a good read.

I first saw mountains back in the very early 70's while driving west from Ontario Canada across the northern States heading for British Columbia. It wasn't until 1992 that I saw mountains again on a trip that took me through the Dakotas, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, Idaho, Wyoming, & Montana. I think it was on that trip that the hook was in. Saw my first prickly pear cactus growing along the roadside near the Colorado/Utah State line. Followed the Colorado River into Moab. The Arches, Castle Valley, Zion & Bryce Canyons, Monument Valley in Arizona, the deserts, the canyons, & the list goes on. I was definitely hooked on the American Southwest.

OK, SO WHO'S GONNA TELL THE TALLEST TALE HERE TO-DAY

In 1994 Kelly & I flew to Las Vegas on a 4 day junket & as soon as we got off the plane & before we even had checked into our Hotel room, we rented a car & drove out into the desert for hours & hours. I still remember heading east out of the city & pulling over to the side of the road, getting out & scrambling up on top of a big pile of rocks. Little did I know that was to be the forerunner of many hikes & rock scrambles to come years later. Two days later we drove all the way over to California's Death Valley for the day taking in as many of the sights we could in the short period of time we had. It was 10 years before we got back to the Southwest again & since that time we have been coming as often as we can. Once the lure of the mountains & deserts gets in your blood, that's it......your hooked!! Like author Lawrence Hogue says, "the place has a hold on me that is hard to describe." THE CAMPFIRE CIRCLE

Ok, ok................. what the heck is an egg pocket!!!! It never dawned on me in last night's blog to describe what an egg pocket was & people have been letting me know that to-day. So, to-morrow morning before we head out for some new hikes in the Bow Willow area we will stop at Calicos, get ourselves another egg pocket & photograph it before we eat it:)) I'll post the picture in to-morrow night's blog complete with a yummy description. Thanks guys, great excuse to get another egg pocket I'd say:))

To-day was a total relaxation day. Spent most of it outside with my feet up reading my book. Kelly slipped into town this morning because it was half price day at The Frugal Coyote thrift store. The Frugal Kelly brought me home a superb "many pockets" photography vest that she paid $3.75 for. Now them's my kinda prices!!Many of the RV's that were here a week ago for the Christmas holidays have pulled up stakes & left. Only 5 of us now in this immediate area so Butch invited everyone over to his rig at 4 this afternoon for a campfire. We knew everyone except the couple parked closest to us. Like I said before, independent boondockers are a quiet bunch who keep to themselves & don't always do a lot of socializing. And so it was that we met Bob & Suzanna who are fulltimers from the State of Washington. Doug & JoAnn, Ken & Vicky made up the other 2 rigs. Nice campfire but once the sun dipped behind the mountains & the temperatures plummeted, everyone made a bee line for the warmth of their RV's.

Didn't take many pictures to-day & the ones I did I'll put in the blog, so no photo album to-night.............. HEY BUTCH, ARE YA GLAD YOU INVITED EVERYBODY OVER NOW

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A HIKE INTO HELL HOLE CANYON

There is never a shortage of things to do in Borrego Springs & surrounding area. To-day we decided to do a hike right on the southwest edge of town into a place called, Hell Hole Canyon. Figured we'd do the short hike but then decided to do the moderate one & see how far we could go. My legs are telling me to-night that we went tooooooo far!!

From the parking area it is a steady & gradual climb with each footstep a few inches higher than the one before. Within minutes we noticed the plant life changing around us & things becoming fresher looking. The nearby hillsides took on a slightly greener tone & we began seeing plants like, Beaver Tail cactus, Barrelhead cactus & Agaves plants. The Ocotillo were much larger & greener than on the desert floor behind us. Many kinds of shrubs with tiny buds ready to bloom in the spring. Some slightly flowering shrubs here & there with burgundy colored flowers. And a type of green ground cover in places. As we climbed higher the scenery just got better. Far ahead in the distant narrows of the canyon walls we could see more color so knew there were some kind of trees up there. We really didn't have a destination & what so often happens in the these kinds of hikes it that the canyon just keeps drawing you further & further in. The rocks became boulders & the shrubs became trees. And things just kept getting more interesting. And you just keep going & going & going. My kinda day:)) REST STOP ALONG THE TRAIL

Saw movement ahead on the trail & a minute later another couple coming down greeted us with a hearty hello, so we stopped for a chat. Said it was really pretty a little further up with some maple type trees & palm trees as well. Somewhere in the conversation the word, Canada came up. We said we were from near Goderich Ontario & with surprise, the fellow said his sister lived in a little town near there called Bayfield. We told him that was actually where we were from. Surprises all around. Small world huh!! So, Jennifer Smith from Bayfield Ontario Canada, if you ever happen to read this someday.....we met your brother on the Hell Hole Canyon trail in Borrego Springs in southern California to-day:)) Didn't get his name but he talked of being in British Columbia & I did get a distant picture of him as they were approaching us on the trail. You can find that pic in to-day's web album photos.....http://picasaweb.google.com/stargeezerguy/ The higher we climbed, the rougher the trail became & we were soon scrambling over some fair sized boulders. A dry & deep gulley wash ran down through the area & we found ourselves criss crossing it as the path wended it's way upwards. Ahead we could see palm trees so set that as our goal. Of course they were farther than they looked which is so often the case in these desert & mountain landscapes. We kept plugging away & finally reached 3 palm trees & a grove of colorful trees that looked a bit like our maple trees back in Ontario, but different. They were in their autumn colors of yellows, golds, & greens. There was a larger grove of palms further up the canyon about half a mile but the terrain looked very rugged & we decided we had gone far enough. Actually, beyond that grove of palms the map says there is a waterfall.Had ourselves a short rest near the palm trees & Kelly made Al stand still for a few posed photos. Pointed our toes down the hill & started for home. Sure was a lot easier going down than going up, & a lot faster too. We continued our descent out of the canyon & finally reached our car about an hour after leaving the area of palm trees. Felt sooooooooooooooo great once again to flop into the comfortable soft seats of the car. We could sure feel the hike in our legs & feet. First stop was going to be a coffee for sure. Al was well past his 2 o'clock fix!!

Another nice thing about Borrego Springs is it's little hidden gems here & there & to-day after our hike we found another one of them & it was called, Calicos. Located in the mall on Palm Canyon Drive, Calicos is a little coffee shop that does all it's own baking & makes home made pizza's to die for. We saw some scrumptious looking things called egg pockets so decided to take a chance & split one. "WOW & DOUBLE WOW!!" Tasted grrrrrreat & we decided right there & then on the spot that we are going to stay in Borrego Springs forever & make egg pockets the sole purpose of our remaining lives. Coffee was great too & so were all the free cookie samples we could stuff down. Our next trip to Calicos will be for a pizza & I suspect we'll eat till we explode!! Would I recommend Calicos?? You betcha:))

The couple we had met on the trail earlier had suggested a good book on the area so on our way home we stopped at the Nature Center & picked up, All The Wild & Lonely Places...Journeys in a Desert Landscape by Lawrence Hogue. Last winter I read Marshal South & the Chronicles of Ghost Mountain so this winter it will be about the remote & harsh landscape of the Anza-Borrego desert. Looking forward to quiet times with a good book again. THE AWESOME SCENERY NEVER ENDS IN THE AMERICAN SOUTHWEST

Back to the rig around 3 with sore feet & all. Fillmore came over to see Max, Checkers, & the Motormouse & even brought his Mom & Dad with him. JoAnn is really enjoying her stay here & has already signed up for one of the area tours of the Blair Valley area. Oh yes, & couple X has turned out to be Ken & Vicki from the Oklahoma/Arkansas area somewhere. I met Vicki this morning while she was out walking & was happy to hear she has taken a liking to the Borrego Springs area as well. Vicki & JoAnn were on the go this morning visiting the Anza-Borrego visitor center & the Nature Center downtown. I have a feeling they may also be visiting Calicos soon & loading up on egg pockets.............................................:)) CALICOS..... GREAT COFFEE & EGG POCKETS

And thanks to my Number 1 Son in Kitchener Ontario for spotting an error in last night's blog. The DVD we watched was, The Bucket List & not the Bucket Brigade. You can catch my Son Sean's band & website here..............http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Weak-Need/6503594559 You go guy:))

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ANOTHER BIG WAVE FROM THE SKY

A BIG WAVE FROM THE SKY THIS MORNING

One fine morning in the Arizona desert while boondocked a few miles south of Quartzite Arizona in January of 08 I heard the sound of a very low & very small engine aircraft approaching. One glance told me it was an ultra-lite glider machine flying along at about 300 feet. Grabbed my camera in one hand & started waving to that man in his daring flying machine with the other. Later that day I wrote a little blurb in my blog about that wave. I've decided to copy that here again, because this morning.......the very same thing happened again as I heard the sound of a very low & very small engine aircraft approaching.

From January of 2008....."THURSDAY JANUARY 10/08Do you remember the days years ago when the sound of an airplane overhead would bring you running out of the house to stare skyward. I do. As a young boy in a small southwestern town in Ontario, Canada I was always fascinated with airplanes & would wave at them as they flew overhead. They never waved back of course but I never gave up waving & to-day after all these years, a strange aircraft flew low overhead, I waved............AND THE AVIATOR WAVED BACK!! It was a young boy's dream come true at last. The aircraft was an ultra-lite suspended underneath a large canopy & the aviator sat in an open cart affair with wheels & an engine on the back. http://picasaweb.google.com/stargeezerguy Not exactly a bigger winged airplane but it was a wave from the sky nonetheless. I had been sitting outside reading when I heard the whine of a high pitched engine coming & as I got up to look, the aircraft came in low from the northwest & made a slow banking left turn. (must have seen our Canadian flag) He was low enough & close enough for me to see he was looking down at me. I instinctively let go with a big wave, & was thrilled to see the aviator let go with a big wave back............. Yes Toto, a little boy's dreams can come true:)) Turns out that to-day's aviator was actually another RV'er boondocked out here in the desert about a mile from us because as I watched this fellow flying around he finally descended to earth & landed close to his Class A rig. With the binoculars I could see he had a trailer hooked to the back of his unit so I assume that's where he carried his ultra-lite & large canopied shute. It's one great thing to travel & take your house with you, but to bring your airplane as well is really something else. Bravo to the RV aviator in the sky....& thanks for the big wave my friend. That was the highlight of our day as we totally lazed around the rig doing nothing more strenuous than moving from one lawn chair to another. Nice to sit in the presence of the large majestic mountains around us & savor our time here. Doug, JoAnn & Fillmore had emailed us a few days ago from Mitry Lake over in Arizona saying after reading our blog the past 4 days they were thinking of coming over to do some boondocking at Borrego Springs. They had met another couple with like interests so plans were made to rendezvous with them on the highway here near our campsite east of Borrego Springs. Cell pone rang about 1 p.m. & it was JoAnn saying they were just turning onto S22 at Salton City. I drove the short quarter mile up to the road & about 20 minutes later spotted the 2 inbound fifth wheels coming down the road. There are hard to see turn offs onto the desert floor from the highway & you really have to know where they are so wanted to be sure they knew where to follow me in. Wasn't long & they wheeled into their set-up spots not far from us.

If I was younger, not a fumbling male over 60, & more on the ball, I could now tell you the names of Doug & JoAnn's friends in the other fifth wheel, but alas, I can't. Kelly would know but she's already gone to bed so as I write this blog to-night......I'm beat. I will just have to wait for D & J to send me over a nice email to-morrow & slip me some names.

In the meantime, D & J & couple X settled into their boondocking spots. Kelly & I slipped over later with a bunch of literature & activities in the area that Kelly had picked up in Borrego Springs earlier in the day. I then took Couple X, D & J for a tour into town showing them such fine points as where to dump garbage, the Laundromat, where to do dump tanks & pick up water. Jilberto's was on the driving tour as was, The Springs at Borrego, the Nature Center, the Fudge Factory, the grocery store, Anza-Borrego's State Park Visitor Center, the Library, the Post Office, the Hardware Store, a fruit stand, etc. etc. etc. I remember when we first came here a year ago we didn't know where anything was either & it was our good neighbor Butch who toured us around town showing us all the same fine points. It was nice for me to be able to do the same for some other folks.

We're still working on our DVD movies from the Library & to-night we watched, Flags of our Fathers directed by Clint Eastwood. Last night's movie was, The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson & Morgan Freeman. To-morrow night's movie will be an instructional DVD for Al on the ABC's of remembering people's names..........:))

ANOTHER FINE BORREGO SUNSET

No photos for the album to-night.

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