The morning was crystal clear with a light breeze. Looking across the lake into Arizona you can easily see for 40 miles.
The plan was to do our workout in the morning, but it just didn’t happen. We were tired and hungry and it was cold outside. We rationalized that we would do the workout later in the day when it warmed up. We’ll see.
Since we were dry camping for the past few days, I finally got the opportunity to dump the tanks. Damn! The sprayer on the inside of the black tank was stopped up. All that s— bouncing around in the tank yesterday must have plugged it up. Maybe the biological action in the tank will free it up over the next few days but I doubt it. There is no easy way to access the nozzle for cleaning.
After breakfast, we piled into the Jeep and headed to Searchlight to pick up our mail. Jeanne suggested we tank the Jeep at Terrible’s, but what she really wanted to do was buy the last two boxes of Zonkers. She now has seven boxes stashed in strategic locations around the coach. Anywhere you sit, there is a box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers within reach.
On the way back, we stopped at the small cemetery where we run. This is out in the middle of nowhere and we have no idea how or why anyone would be buried here. Surprisingly, there is even a small area for pets. The sites are well tended and some of the plots had fresh flowers. Several veterans are buried here, including some from World War I. Although there is no organized effort to maintain the place, it is obviously treated with respect by the locals. The access road is perfect for running and this is where we will park the car.
We were still a little tired from the past few days, so most of the afternoon was spent lazing around the coach, enjoying the view and catching up on a few light chores. The ground around the coach is similar to the gravely surface of a High School track and small stones are tracked into the coach. The vacuum we bought last year in Ft. Myers, Florida is strong enough to pick these up and in a burst of energy, Jeanne vacuumed the coach.
Around 3:00 PM, much to our surprise, we actually did the workout. The fact that it wasn’t easy meant we got back to it just in time.
So, another interesting month slipped by: rain, floods, mud, FMCA rally, Indio, Quartzsite and Cottonwood Cove. There is never a dull moment on the road.
Contemporary Note: From time to time I think about that little cemetery tucked away in that quiet desert location. It is a isolated spot but must be well known to the locals that maintain it. I hope those resting there are are at peace and well remembered by those they left behind.