Please click the pics. There's not many because I haven't been doing much of anything.
Rain clouds rolled into the area yesterday morning, but it was all for show, it didn't even rain enough to wet the ground.
Having boondocked at my current spot for about ten days now, I've gotten used to the normal ebb and flow of the area and the other boondocker's that are camping here. Last night, when I went to bed at about 10:30, I found it odd that I could hear people talking outside because things usually go silent around here after nine. But being a paragon of adaptability, I wasn't concerned and went to sleep.
About 2 a.m., I woke up because of loud voices, both male and female, laughing and talking somewhere out in the pitch-black desert. This gave me a clue that I might not be dealing with normal RVers. But being more tired than curious, I went back to sleep.
Along about 3 a.m. I woke up yet again to a string of firecrackers going off and more talking and laughing. That gave me an even stronger feeling that I wasn't dealing with RVers anymore.
No, this was far noisier than a generator running, a lot more annoying than a bunch of RVers sitting around the campfire talking late at night, and far more sinister than a few old geezers having a few too many beers.
Because what was going on out in the desert was way worse than anything a normal RVer has to deal with. The faceless people cloaked in darkness were exhibiting a total lack of concern for anybody but themselves. A rudeness and contempt for anyone's feelings but their own, and a depth of selfishness which to me meant they could be nothing other than... SPRING BREAKERS!!!
No, it's not bad yet; this is just the beginning, it will get worse, much worse, and I have to be prepared to get away and reach a place of safety before all avenues of escape are closed off. I still have time, but not too much time. My boondocking skills will be stretched to the limit. My mettle, if I have any left, will be tested. And my patience will be pushed to the breaking point. And it may come down to one lone geezer against a horde of Spring Breakers, but I shall prevail.
This is what I'm up against, Spring Breakers in their pajamas.... Have they no shame? I have to get up and get dressed every morning why shouldn't they? Is this the way they show up for class every morning?
There was another group next to these folks, but they packed up their tent and left before I got outside with my camera.... Unlike them I have to get dressed before I go out, because old geezers get arrested and thrown in an old folks home if they walk around outside in their pajamas.
A brand-new shiny KTM motocross bike. But it won't stay shiny for very long, crashing is a way of life in motocross. Motocross bikes don't come with kick stands, you have to set them on a stool to keep them from falling over.