Roses are red, violets are blue, a Walmart lot lizard, is the best I can do.
A good memory for me. Boondocking outside of Lake Havasu Arizona, and taking pictures of the London Bridge.
Last night it got rather windy here at the Walmart parking lot, so I decided to check the weather in this area and see what was going on. And it turned out there's a high wind warning around here, and high-profile, lightweight vehicles are being cautioned about traveling. Having seen at least one semi-truck blown over on I-25 in New Mexico, I take wind warnings very seriously.
I probably should have been aware of the weather report before I left Denver, but since a reservation at the State Park already bound me, I didn't pay much attention to the wind. I will probably chalk this up to yet another reason to avoid reservations, if at all possible, and keep myself free to make travel decisions based on my feelings at the moment. But that doesn't apply to this situation because, as I mentioned before, you can't camp in any Colorado state Park anymore without a reservation.
So here I am, more or less stuck in the Trinidad Walmart parking lot for maybe two more nights because the winds are predicted to worsen tomorrow. I don't think Walmart will have a problem with that because this is not the first time I, and others, have had to stay in this Walmart parking lot for a couple of nights because of high wind warnings. And there are still four or five RVs here that were here when I got to the parking lot yesterday afternoon, so I assume they're also waiting out the windstorm. The temperature got up to 60° today, but it felt like half that with the wind blowing as hard as it was.
Ordinarily, spending time at a Walmart is not all that bad; think of all the shopping you can do when you're living in their parking lot. But in this case, I've got a couple of things working against me. Even though everyone is wearing masks, I still have concerns about the Bat flu. And hanging around inside stores is near the bottom of my list of things to do. Another troublesome issue is Walmart has started their Christmas music marathon, and the sounds of "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" is blaring from every speaker in the building. Which is bad enough considering the banality of it, it's also incredibly annoying to me because a white Christmas is the last thing I'm dreaming of.
I did manage to struggle through the wind to get into the store, and It was a struggle since I'm parked in the farthest reaches of the parking lot, and bought another Rhino 15 foot hose with all the fittings already on it so that gets rid of one of the myriads of problems I seem to have at the moment. I used to get little leaks in the "blue sewer hoses" all the time and looked at them as pretty much disposable, planning on replacing them every year even after duct-taping a few of the smaller leaks.
I've never had a leak in my Rhino hoses before. I carry two, a 15 footer that I use all the time and a 25 footer that I use when the 15 footers don't quite reach, but I've only used it a couple of times. I think my hoses last a long time because I usually don't stay in RV parks very long, so I don't leave my hose hooked up and lying in the yard. And I don't store my sewer hose in the trailers metal bumper like you're supposed to. So I was somewhat surprised to see that I had a leak.
I'm not surprised that a plastic tab broke off the bayonet fitting on the hose because cold weather makes some plastics brittle. And since my hands were cold, I may not have been as careful as I should have. Whatever it is, it's not a problem anymore, and now I can concentrate on my gray water tank valve, not opening and my rearview cameras acting wonky.
My new sewer hose. I think it takes a full-time RVer to appreciate the thrill of getting a new sewer hose. A hose you can actually touch without wearing three pairs of rubber gloves
One of the many old buildings at the Vulture Mine outside of Wickenburg Arizona.
Does anyone remember the Coyote with the broken hip that used to visit my camping spot every day when I was boondocking at the Ben Avery gun range outside of Phoenix Arizona? I haven't seen him the last two times I was there. So I assume he's in a better place now, chasing rabbits and prairie dogs, running fast and free without any pain.