A visitor arrived last week, my husband's cousin, Ursula. We had not seen each other in thirty or more years so we had a lot of catching up to do. She is an avid traveler as well but more conventional in where she stays. She did say she would like to join me next year if I go to Newfoundland. I think she would enjoy it and I am sure I would.
As usual I found that describing my lifestyle was a bit challenging. It is hard to explain the charm of living in 200 sq. feet then moving house and all from doctor to dentist to Target and finally to the local park for my afternoon nap before driving to the Cracker Barrel parking lot for the night.
Life is a always an adventure when your front yard changes at will...
Parking a few nights at Catalina State Park was a treat. Lots of space plus the neighbors were quiet or gone-- off mountain-climbing during the day and quiet at night.
Boondocking at Casino Del Sol is free and welcoming but I wonder for how-long. Some of the temporary residents think the parking lot is their living room. There are a few overnighters that have been there for weeks. This guy had 2 lawn chairs, a table, bbq pit, plus pillows, umbrella and several flags. He also likes lots of beer and loud country music. The Casino must make lots of money from these guys or they would have been tossed out a long time ago.
The best thing about boondocking at the Casino is their senior discount for breakfast. Breakfast is better at Cracker Barrel but the Casino price is hard to beat.
Daisy likes the view from the RV door no matter where we park and guards against any other dogs getting in.
The heat is now unbearable at 90+ degrees and I am regretting that I still have a few more weeks before hitting the road for the summer.
An occasional cloud passes overhead but dust and not rain are all that is produced.
Is it hotter than usual? You better believe it. We are breaking heat records and I am running the generator regularly from noon until late afternoon; cooking is impossible without the air-conditioner.
At least the nights are still in the 60s.
And the sunsets make me wish I could write poetry--or play the guitar.
I know it will be a good day when it starts by me watching the hot air balloons over the desert as I eat breakfast.
I'll be heading east to Ft. Worth in about two weeks. Just a few more things to take care of before I leave Tucson.