I was asked recently why I don't boondock down by the lake on the beach, after all that looks like a more interesting place to be than sitting on a ridge overlooking the lake, and how often do you even get a chance to boondock on the beach?
That being a perfectly legitimate question I gave a perfectly legitimate answer which is there are two basic reasons I don't go down there to camp which may not matter to anyone else but they make perfect sense to me.
First of all the sand down there is treacherous. There are areas where the sand is perfectly firm and drivable but there are other areas that can swallow a class A motorhome faster than Rosie O'Donnell can swallow a box of chocolate covered cherries. And those areas look somewhat similar to the untrained eye, especially if you don't live here and drive on the beach on a regular basis.
I've driven around on the beach in my truck and on one occasion I had to use four-wheel-drive to get out of an area of soft sand that didn't look much different than the sand I had been driving on, and if I had been pulling the Arctic Fox, four-wheel-drive probably would've got me stuck deeper with the street tires the truck has on it now. The days of gnarly off-road tires on my truck were left behind when I went full-time.
Now some folks might think that my first reason for not boondocking on the beach is kind of wimping out and being scared of dealing with a little sand, and there may be some truth to that. But the other reason for not boondocking on the beach will probably make a lot more sense to other full timers.
Down on the beach, particularly during the weekends....It's Party Central. It's absolutely infested with young people having fun, and as you know us geezers can't deal with young people having fun. There is loud and incomprehensible music being played, frisbees are flying in every direction, dogs are running rampant, jet skis are buzzing along the beach like kamikazes, and the youth of New Mexico are cavorting, that's right, cavorting, from one end of the beach to the other. In other words it's utter and total chaos......to anyone over the age of 50.
So with all of that going on I have found it prudent to stay up on the ridge with all the other prudent geezers and deal with the sights and sounds from afar. There was a time when I would've joined them, but it was so long ago I can't remember that time, but I'm relatively sure there was a time.