There's no law requiring that pics have to be clicked, it's just the right thing to do.
The Arctic Fox looks lonely out there in the desert. But if you look closer it's actually smiling.
I had planned going into town today and take some pictures, but since it was such a nice day I decided to stay at my campsite and go walking in the desert instead. Since I've got all my camping reservations over and done with, and have my freedom back. I feel much more relaxed and less stressed now that I can come and go as I please, and walking in the desert sounded more relaxing than driving.
Keep in mind that being "able" to come and go as I please doesn't mean that I "will" go anywhere. This morning I didn't even have the urge to drive into town 5 miles away. But knowing that I "can" is what gives me the feeling of freedom that I apparently crave.
I know that probably doesn't make a lot of sense to most normal folks, but to me, it's the difference between sitting in a prison cell or sitting in your home. You can sit in your living room for as long as you want without leaving and still be free because it's not the going that makes you free; it's the ability to make that choice that gives you freedom.
Now I realize you can't totally control everything in your life, but when you're retired, you have the opportunity to have more freedom, if you wish to take it. I'm always surprised at how few people use that opportunity of having more freedom, and continue to make rules and schedules for themselves to follow. I think that being a full-time RVer opens up more opportunities for being free. But to me best of all is being able to comfortably boondock long term, because that gives a normal person about as much freedom as anybody can realistically have.
I realize we're all different, which is a good thing. And I know there's as many very good and sensible reasons for living your life the same way every day as there are people living that way. I just don't understand why people that can, and are, able to shake up their lives, and do things differently every once in a while, want to grow old and decrepit, trodding the same deeply worn path, doing the same thing over and over, day after day, week after week, until finally their so enfeebled they keel over into the dust, and their relatives send them to the Andrew Cuomo Covid 19 Memorial Home for the soon to be deceased.
If you look carefully you can see five or six RVs scattered out across the desert. This is the way it normally looks in Quartzsite, until the Big Show comes to town, than it gets much more crowded.
Now these folks are doing it differently, not wrong, just different. They want to be in a group, and there's various reasons for that, maybe they've got a lot in common, maybe they belong to the same club, or maybe they get a feeling of safety in numbers. Whatever the reason, it apparently makes them happy and that's what matters.
The desert is covered in dry washes, their all over the place. Temporary rivers running through the desert washes bring a lot of life to the area, especially for the larger trees such as the Palo Verde that need the extra moisture to survive. But these watercourses change over time. And the lucky tree that got plenty of water and proliferated because it was close to the wash, one day wakes up and finds itself in the middle of the wash and during the next rainstorm, when the dry wash becomes a raging river the formally lucky tree is swept away to die with the rest of the debris in the desert.
Yes life in the desert is tough and merciless, it doesn't care if you're a human, an animal or a Palo Verde tree, one mistake, and you're just more desert debris.