I have reservations about Reservations

Click the pics and have a very Merry Christmas.

Boondocking at Lake Havasu.

It's been a peaceful, quiet, and most importantly warm, Christmas Eve boondocking in the desert outside of Lake Havasu. But, thanks to Amazon, at least I'm not going to be out shopping for presents tonight, so that's a relief. And since I'm boondocking by myself, I don't want to put up a tiny little Christmas tree in the camper; and if I didn't have a calendar, this weekend could've passed by just like a normal weekend.

Monday, I will get back on the road and find a place to hunker down for the New Year. I don't know where that will be yet but, I'm heading in the general direction of Tucson, Arizona, to spend some time boondocking at the Pima County Fairgrounds and watching the rodeo event in January. And then I'll probably go somewhere and do something else until the middle of February when the horse events start.

After writing that paragraph, I just had a revelation. I'm always complaining about how making plans bothers me, and how plans take away my freedom to come and go as I please. I think I just figured out something I never realized before. It's not the plans that bother me, it's the reservations that bother me, it's actually the reservations that take away my freedom.

 For the last few years, I have started my winter travels with PLANS to be in Tucson, Arizona, at the Pima County Fairgrounds during parts of January and February to see the various events. And those plans don't bother me at all, and I've just realized it's because I don't have to make reservations to stay at the Fairgrounds. There are large boondocking areas at the Fairgrounds, and I've never seen them anywhere near full. So I know I can show up anytime during their busy season, which is January and February, and have a place to boondock, no problem.

So it appears it's the reservations that pressure me to be someplace, even if it's a place I want to be. And It makes me feel like I HAVE to be there instead of WANT to be there.

Maybe I'm that way because it reminds me of my former "real life" when I always had to be at a certain place at a certain time because people were depending on me. So to start a life of freedom from schedules it was imperative that when I started full-timing I had to get rid of things like appointments, agendas, and calendars as much as possible,

So what do I do about this problem? I don't know, because I just discovered what the real problem is. But at least by knowing the real problem I can start thinking of ways to fix it, and if I can't fix it, maybe I can learn better ways of dealing with it.

I know that's pretty boring to everyone else, but I found it very interesting that, to this day, I still don't understand myself. And as I was writing that one paragraph it opened my eyes and was like peering through a little door in my head and looking into the inner workings of my mind. At least I had the good sense to slam the little door shut before things started falling out.



Merry Christmas from Theboondork. I don't have a chimney for Santa to come down, and I hope he doesn't try to come down the black- water tank vent pipe again.... Mrs. Clause wouldn't let him back in the house until the fourth of July.

If you look up in the sky you can see a small passenger aircraft taking off from the Havasu city airport, which happens to be right across the highway from Walmart.

Boondocking sunset Lake Havasu Arizona