As it is late, we are concerned about finding a spot to land for the night. The volunteer at the Center is helpful and directs us to one of her favorite areas, but on the way we spot a huge expanse of land between two mountains with RVs sitting spaciously from each other. And there is a cell signal!
That's us, the red dot in the middle!
Turning the camper door away from the setting sun, we think this spot is perfect for the night, not realizing that it will be perfect for the next four nights!
It's difficult to see from the photo, but there is no one close to us! I can yell at Sylvester, David can yell at me, and no one can hear!
We want to see the pictographs that LuAnn (http://paintyourlandscape.com/2015/01/25/natures-history-lesson-anza-borrego-desert-state-park-ca/) recently wrote about in her blog.
To find the trail we must take the truck for miles on sand roads...our little baby really got a work out, but it was worth it!
There is a stunning view on past the markings where a wall of rocks opens up to this panorama.
The Palm Canyon hike is also recommended by a friend. This time I set off alone as the hubby declines the exertion two days in a row.
This will be my 3rd hike into a palm canyon...one two years ago and another, recently, in Kofa. But this is different!
I am able to go right up into the trees!
Our time at Anza Borrego is special....relaxing with nature surrounding us. Coyotes serenading us at night after the light shows are over.
All is well in my world....no cares, no frustrations, nothing that must be accomplished! Each night I enjoy the solitude, sitting alone, watching the clouds float over the moon while hubby spends his time inside reading.
Little did I know that my world would turn upside down, temporarily, a few miles down the road.
The call came as we were on our way to Joshua Tree NP. My friend, staying at our house, called to let us know that sewage was coming up in the sink downstairs!!!
She is rightfully traumatized and so am I! I tell her I cannot talk...must get off the road!
After 24 hours of stress, the situation is resolved. My dear 87 year old mom met the septic contractor who pumped the tank..and she paid him! Very important as he did not like dealing with his customer being in California.
And there is always a lesson to be learned! So ready to get rid of the house!!!
While on the road, we feel alive and happy! Not so much at home.
Currently posting from the library at Quartzsite....not sure were we will be tomorrow. But all is well, again!