I still love the SC low-country. And the Appalachian mountains. And still am having a giddy affair with the giant Colorado mountains.
Now the desert. I love sunshine. I love snakes and weird bugs. I love the prickly defenses of the cacti and trees and bushes. I am intoxicated by the smell of rain in the desert.
I am in love with the subtle colors, the tough cacti, the strong trees, the quartz and the possibility of gold. Then there are the spectacular/comforting/ sunsets and sunrises.
Groceries in Quartzsite
One plus of camping near Quartzsite is grocery shopping at Ken’s and the food tent. Very inexpensive food goodies.
The coconut rice was $1, as was the bone broth, as were the beans.
I added a small can of corn, some Old Bay, shallots, and garlic. Of course some Siracha at the end. Thick soup.
Not repeatable, but the rice was a tasty find.
The other afternoon a very big, very new Ford truck pulled up near by. My closest neighbor. He put up a pointy topped tent. To avoid staring I pulled my reading chair out of sight. Quiet evening until 2:13am. Loud angry swearing coming from the new arrival. It went on for 5 minutes. Long pauses, then a series of heartfelt expletives. Not shouted kindly. I went back to bed wondering what the heck that was all about. The next morning he was doing it again as he stumbled around packing everything up. Very, very neatly. An old shaggy dog was with him. He drove away leaving a pile of wood and a brand new 2.5 lb axe.
Psychotic break? Tourette’s? An undercover border patrol agent really pissed at his awful assignment? An ex military guy with PTSD and a service dog?An actor seeing the reaction of authentic nomad
All of them and none.