last two rattlers, eclipse, single burner, javelina,
blocked panel, and back out where I feel best
blocked panel, and back out where I feel best

The idea of a solar eclipse never did anything for me, not the least bit interested. A volunteer at CoR told me about the eclipse last month and gave me an info sheet along with a pair of plastic viewing glasses. So I watched it. It was SO cool! Definitely a recent highpoint. Thanks, John.
Jim and Beverly, the couple I met at CoR who live in a tent, are hosting at Brushy Point campground in Heron Lake State Park. They’re good people; stop to say hello if you do any camping at Heron. Also be sure to stop at Paul’s Three Raven Coffee House in TA (as I always suggest).
Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?
I had both of my lowrider chairs under the casita and I put them inside when I broke camp and drove over to the Burros. What a mistake. I was catching and releasing crickets for nearly a week.



Well, even with my Nikon in my pocket, I missed a shot. One morning after giving thanks, I was sitting outside having some yerba maté and reading. I sensed movement over by the casita and there was a javelina nosing at the screen door with Mesa under the rig taking it in. There was no way I could have eased the camera out of my pocket without the peccary noticing the movement. Guano. The javelina then walked in my direction, came around a bush, and stopped less than 8’ away, looking right at me. At this point I was REAL nervous. I was on my shortest lowrider and we were pretty close to being at eye-to-eye level. Then it turned and bolted. I love my encounters with wildlife in this lifestyle but some are definitely a tad more tense than others.

It feels so good to be out of the state parks. I’m FINALLY psyched to head north to check out new forest roads. Still don’t know why it took so long this year. Back to sun showers. I forget if I’m on my third or fourth bag since starting this lifestyle. What a priceless camping item. Couldn’t do this lifestyle without one.

One afternoon there was quite a bit of smoke rising from a fire over the hills to the north. Around 2:30 in the morning I awoke to a strong smell of smoke. Uh-oh. I went outside but there wasn’t any nearby smoke nor did I see any glow from the other side of the hills. I guess the wind had veered even though that did not seem to be the case. The prudent thing would have been to back the Dodge into position for a quick hookup, load camp stuff into the back of the truck, take off the wheel covers and raise the rear stabilizers on the casita, and whatnot. Instead I got back in the sleeping bag but sleep was pretty much not an option. Anyway, when I went out in the morning everything was fine so I let M&M out. Pretty strange. I frequently don’t even unhook the chains when I disperse camp; just pull forward enough to level the trailer. I use my mountain bike to go off and explore the miles of forest roads in the area. This time I moved the truck for a couple of reasons but that night I was regretting it.
I stopped in Silver for laundry, gas, propane, water, food, and web access. I should be able to resupply in a couple weeks or so. It’s up rt180 and new spots to camp and hike.
May sixty minutes sixty years2025 minutes
when all that we need to make us happy
is something to be enthusiastic about.
Charles Kingsley, a 19th century English clergyman
RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’
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