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Nearby mountains. The silver poles sticking up on the right is the Elephant Butte State Park sailboat storage yard, and those are the masts.
There weren't as many people at Elephant Butte State Park this weekend as there was last weekend. But there is still more than I used to see on a typical weekend the last time I was here in May 2019. So it seems to me there are more people than usual at the Park, but I have no idea why it was so packed with people last weekend that it looked like a holiday.
I've only got a few more days until I leave here, so I've been doing a few things to get the Arctic Fox ready to travel again. I haven't been in a cleaning mood lately, so the Arctic Fox is looking pretty ratty inside, but I figure I'll wait till I get to Storrie Lake State Park and give the Arctic Fox a thorough cleaning before I leave for Denver.
I've also been waiting till I get to Denver before I get my Bat flu shot; I'll be the only adult there that hasn't been jabbed yet. I figured I'd wait until I get there so I'll have some family with me if I have some adverse reaction to the shot that makes me spaz out.
I've been giving more thought to traveling in the little Bronco pop-up camper when I leave Denver next fall, and I'm having several concerns about it.
The first thing I'm thinking is I'm not sure I want to try living in the little Bronco for the entire six or seven months; that sounds like a long time to live in a pop-up slide-in truck camper, considering all my other trips in it have only been a week or so.
One of the things that concern me is my winter travels; I have faced some pretty cold weather and some pretty hot weather on occasions. I think I can deal with the cold weather, but the hot weather has me worried because the little Bronco doesn't have an air conditioner. So I can't fall back on a hookup site if the weather gets too hot for too long; my only option will be to move to cooler weather.
Leaving the Arctic Fox alone for that long also worries me. I know it will be safe at my daughter's house but leaving it sitting that long is not good for the tires. And I'll have to make sure it's thoroughly winterized for well below zero temperatures.
I'm considering the possibility of not doing this experiment for the entire winter. Maybe it would be better to only try living in the little Bronco for a couple of months, and then come back to Denver and get the Arctic Fox to finish out the year. Reason being is I've never actually thought I would live in the little Bronco full time because it's a pretty Spartan way to live, and I'm not too fond of the idea of having to put the top up and down every time I go to the store, that gets real annoying, real quick.
Spending the winter traveling in the little Bronco was meant more to be a test of living in a small space than making the little Bronco my "forever home." I feel If I can full-time in the limited space that the little Bronco offers, then I should be able to live in a van, a truck camper, or a culvert under the highway.
My sunset the other day. This tree jumped into the picture just as I was taking the shot spoiling my sunset photo.
I suddenly moved yet again yesterday afternoon when the best boondocking spot on Ridge Road opened up. One of the many advantages of boondocking is you don't have to go whining to someone in charge begging for a camping spot with fewer alligators living in it than the site you're in now; you simply pack up and go to whatever sites empty.
But in this case, this particular boondocking site is on a hill with the best view of the marina and reservoir of any spot in this area. Unfortunately I'm not the only one that knows that.
If you look right below the rising sun, you might see my brand-new folding lawn chair and water jug that I put in this site to hold it while I went back and packed up the Arctic Fox. I guess it worked keeping other boondocker's away because here I am.
A cloudless sunrise this morning wakes up a batch of beachy boondocker's.
Even in silhouette a bird expert like myself can spot a herd of Chihuahua Desert flightless pelicans.
These birds actually learned to fly 2.7 million years ago but nobody ever got around to changing their name. This became very advantageous for this flightless, flying pelican because it makes these birds very hard to spot by most hunters and amateur birders who are looking for them on the ground, but are only finding chickens.
One of the rarest of birds, they inhabit the riparian wetlands of southern New Mexico but are commonly found in restaurants disguising themselves as fried chicken.
PRAISE THE LORD ! She yells as she raises her arms to the Heavens, I NEVER HAVE TO SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT IN AN RV PARK AGAIN !!!