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I took this picture of a Tombstone gift shop store window at night when everyone had gone home. I was fascinated by the face of the doll, he looks like he's staring off into the distance at something that's horrifying, and it has him transfixed. There was a lot of horrifying things going on in Tombstone, maybe the doll still sees them.
The weather is getting better, and better so I re-upped into the boondocking area, where I will no longer have to listen to people talking at night, dogs barking, people yelling at their dogs to stop barking, vehicles driving around, people pulling in and setting up their RV in the middle of the night, in other words, the normal everyday sounds you get when you're living in an RV Park.
On the other hand, I get none of that in the boondocking area, and often as not, I'm the only one there, so I get lots of peace and quiet. I also get a much shorter walk to the venues where they have the horse events and the rodeos. And being close to the events allows me to quickly walk back and forth to the camper and take a break or download some pictures I've taken onto the computer and see what's working and what isn't. So living within a five-minute walk of my favorite venues means a lot to me.
And what do I give up to get those benefits that are so important to me? I give up a water faucet right next to me, but I can get water anywhere in the campground; I can drive literally a hundred yards where there are empty sites and fill up my water tank, or dump my tanks if I want to. So the only thing I'm giving up by boondocking at the Pima County Fairgrounds is an electric hookup.
But electricity is a big deal, and it's pretty hard to live without it, especially if comfort is your goal. And the bronco has not been given the time, money, and attention that I have bestowed on the Arctic Fox. So the bronco will work for boondocking, but it requires more cooperation from the weather and more attention to electrical conservation on my part.
So even though I have to pay more attention to the conservation of my electrical needs while boondocking in the bronco, I still feel it's worth it just to get the peace, the quiet, and the relaxing environment that I enjoy.
That's the way it was this morning when I wrote this blog post, but when I tried to move over to my normal boondocking area, I was informed that due to heavy equipment working at the boondocking area, apparently there putting in a giant culvert, so the road doesn't wash away during the monsoon season, I wouldn't be allowed to boondock there and I had to go over to this other place which is a big empty paved area. Not what I'd been hoping for, but at least I'm still off to myself, away from other people.
Definitely not what I've been waiting for, but at least I don't have any neighbors. It's also a much longer walk to the horse venues, but I can use the exercise.
Fortunately for me, adaptability is my middle name, and it takes a lot more than this to rain on my parade.
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE.
This rosebud is popping open and raring to go. It has a long life ahead and can't wait to get started, even though a bug is already munching on it.
Some roses are at the beginning of their life and starting to bloom. Their nnew life is beginning and their beauty is starting to unfold.
Other roses have matured, and have reached the stage where their as mature and appealing as there going to get. This is the movie star phase of their life.
Then there's the roses that are past their prime, a little wilted, rough around the edges, ravaged by frost, and insects. But still they hang on even though their days of usefulness and beauty has long past..... I guess you could call them ....retired.
Finally, barely recognizable as a flower, parts falling off and dropping to the ground.... I can relate to that.... Not a single bud or blossom remembers who you were. Your left with your last and final job on this earth.... To stop using up the water and the fertilizer and get out of the way.