Things got busy today, not for me of course, but for everyone else. So I did what most people would like to do but can't; I hunkered down with plenty to eat and drink and stayed as far from all the activity as possible.
Not everybody can do that; even I couldn't do that for most of my life. But If you don't have a job to go to, and you've done a good enough job of raising your kids, so there not still living with you. And If you're not so geezerly that you can't get around anymore, then it's possible to enjoy a holiday from afar without actually having to participate.
I have figured out that most holidays are for kids, and the adults are there just to pay the bills. The only holiday I can think of that's just for adults is New Year's eve. And that's only useful because it allows the grown-ups to consume enough alcohol to briefly forget about all the credit card bills they've run up for the previous year's holidays.
I've been giving some thought lately to taking the bronco off the truck when I'm going to be staying someplace for a while. One of the benefits of having a truck camper, as opposed to a van, is truck campers can be removed without too much trouble, so it doesn't have to be packed up when you want to go to the store, and it can also hold your boondocking spot, allowing you to roam free and far in just the truck.
So far in my travels, I would say that the Pima County Fairgrounds and Elephant Butte State Park would be perfect candidates to leave the bronco sitting on the ground until I get ready to leave. It sure would solve the problems of dealing with a truck camper and the biggest problem of coping with the bronco. I may have to look into this a little further if I can muster enough ambition to overcome my dilly-dallying and indecision.
It's scenes like this that keep me from driving on the beach. It can be done, obviously, but it really requires some tires designed for traction instead of good mileage, long life, and a noise free experience while driving down the interstate.
Fishing at Elephant Butte. I owned several boats when I was living in Miami, and I even had a boat for a while living in Colorado. And I believe that gives me the experience and knowledge to confirm that old boaters saying that the two happiest times in a boat owners life is when he buys the boat, and when he sells it.
A few people must have come in last night while I was asleep. I sure would hate to set up a boondocking camp on the beach in the dark, but that's what these folks had to do to be here when I got up this morning.