Clicking any pic without social distancing and wearing a mask should be considered risky.
One day, hopefully while I'm still alive, this thing will blossom into many, many, nameless flowers.
I know boondocking is not for everyone, and that's the way it should be. RVing gives everyone the ability to choose the kind of lifestyle they want to live, and if full hookups and lots of neighbors in every direction is what you enjoy, more power to ya.
But sometimes the situation may require some amount of boondocking, which is why most RVs come from the factory "self-contained" with the ability to boondock for a night or two without hookups.
Some folks enjoy boondocking every once in a while, equipping their RV with a generator or a couple of solar panels, an extra battery, and staying out for a week or two to get away from the crowds in commercial RV parks.
Then there's the lunatic fringe boondocker's. A small, ragtag, unshaven crowd that can often be found in the winter camping under the shade of a Saguaro somewhere in the Arizona desert munching on a prickly pear cactus and drinking something that only faintly resembles water... That would more than likely be me.
But none of those people are what I'm talking about. I'm talking about a different attitude towards boondocking that is more in line with our current situation of Bat flu. The genuine possibility of larger than average crowds of people heading for the Southwest this winter and how to deal with finding places to stay when commercial campgrounds and state parks may be full or crowded to the point where staying in them might not be much fun.
I'm talking about the ability to boondock for as long as you want, or need, and be comfortable enough that it's an enjoyable situation and not an inconvenient one. Because if you're not comfortable, you probably won't be boondocking for long. Boondocking shouldn't be a test of your survival abilities or a challenge, it should be just about the same as living with hookups except without the air conditioner. And that's what I strive for.
Okay, okay, I'm milking this story for all it's worth, but there's nothing much going on in my life right now, and if I wasn't writing about this, I would probably be writing about something even more annoying. So count your blessings, and with any luck, I'll be done with this tomorrow. No promises have been made or implied. Nor should they be construed to have been made or implied.
Ordinarily I would label this a rose but after the Pansy - Petunia fiasco I am hesitant to name anything anymore.
I have no idea what kind of flowers these are, but as soon as I saw them all I could see was a couple of pirates....Arrrrr.