I sent the drone up this morning and took this panorama of the trap and skeet range, one of the sporting clay courses on the right and the campground.
It was a beautiful day today which brought out great hordes of shooters, and the smell of burning gunpowder signals things are getting back to normal at Ben Avery's after the Christmas lull.
I made four new mounting feet for my poor wounded solar panel and with any luck I will scrape together enough motivation to actually get up on the roof of the Arctic Fox and repair it someday soon. Unfortunately it doesn't look like I'll be able to use the weather as an excuse to put it off since its supposed to be in the low 70s for the next 10 days.
I sure am getting anxious to be back on the road again heading to someplace with a new view, but it looks like I'll have to hang around here a while longer to see how the motorcycle deal turns out and get the seat for the Beta. I know I'll be here till after the first of the year but after that I'm not sure.
Being able to go whenever and wherever I wanted to go for the last couple of years is very addictive. It's what my sense of freedom is based upon and to be tied down, however lightly, like I am now gets harder to deal with by the day.
I guess technically I could take something like a one week vacation, leave here and then come back, which would relieve some of my hitch itch and give me a different view for a while.
I could run back to Wickenburg for a week and stay at a different boondocking area, or I could keep on going and in another hour and a half I would be in Quartzsite and boondock there for a week. Or I could just stay here buckle down and get some of my DIY projects done, but that sounds like a lot of work, and how important could those projects be if I've been putting them off for a year or two.
These are all difficult and complicated decisions and you can't make difficult and complicated decisions on the spur of the moment, they have to be contemplated in a serious and thoughtful way, but when I do that I always end up falling asleep in my easy chair and when I wake up I don't remember what I was thinking about, which probably explains why not much ever gets done.