I responded to a comment from Judith in a couple of sentences, and somehow, through no fault of my own, it turned into a blog post.

If you click the pics they will get bigger, and bigger, and bigger.... Until they explode.

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The fishermen have all gone, the rental boats are back in their slips, the tourists are on their way back home, and the only sound at the Marina is the ripples lapping at the pilings.

Thank you, Judith, that was an interesting comment you made, and it gave me something to think about, and thinking is something I don't do very often, so when I do, it's a special occasion.

Shortly after I started this blog, I knew that my life was no more interesting than anyone else's life and often far less, but I had to come up with something to say, not because I had anything interesting to talk about.... I don't; I just needed to find a way to fill up space in my blog because I seldom have enough pictures available, to fill up a blog post, so I was forced to write something.

Bearing in mind, I don't like to write, I can't type, my spelling is atrocious, punctuation is randomly thrown at a paragraph, I've squinted at more than a few modifiers, and I have even been known to dangle a participle or two. But what you see is what you get.

Even worse than the physical problems of writing, I have to go through the daily torture of thinking about something to write when there's absolutely nothing going on in my life, much less something remotely interesting, which quickly taught me that I couldn't depend on my activities as my only source of blog content or I would seldom have anything to write about.

So I decided that I would have to write more about what I was thinking about, than something I was actually doing. But when you choose to write about things your think, you are guaranteed to aggravate more than a few readers because no matter what you think, not everyone will agree.

But I was stuck; I either had to write about the mundane things I did, like taking the trash to the dumpster, find a way to make relaxing with a cup of coffee interesting, or write about the things going on in my fertile yet rapidly deteriorating mind... So I chose the latter, with a little of the previous thrown in when applicable.

So to any and all that I manage to rile up or even almost rile up. This blog is about the joy and freedom of full-time RVing, nothing more, nothing less, and I try to always keep that in mind, but I don't always succeed.

But often it's difficult to come up with a subject to write about. So I may, at times, stray into the deep and dangerous waters of politics, and other controversial subjects which the author of a lighthearted blog about freedom and joy should never do, but remember, what I write about is just filler; the pictures are what I really care about.

Theboondork

Cloudless sunrise at the Elephant.

Rattlesnake Island. Rattlesnake Island hasn't been an island for quite some time. The water level in the reservoir is so low there's always a strip of land going out to it making it part of the mainland.

Background scenery at Elephant Butte.

I used to wonder why the sailboats were all stored here instead of in the regular boat storage area. I finally figured out it's because at this location the sailboats can go to and from the water without having to put their masts down to go under any overhead wires.