This morning I pulled the Arctic Fox over to the water-fill site and filled up the 76 gallon tank to the brim. I was going to wait till a few days before they shut down the water and dumpsites and take care of dumping my tanks and filling up the water at the same time but I was out of water so that needed to be done today. My holding tanks are still good so I'll wait till later before I dump them.
I sent the BLM headquarters in Yuma an email yesterday morning asking them what the situation is with the LTVA's and my expired boondocking sticker and I haven't heard anything back yet. They also haven't responded to the phone call I made the other day so I'm assuming they either don't care, or they still don't know what's going on because the big shots in Washington haven't made a decision yet on how to handle the LTVA situation.
So with my camping sticker being several days out of date now and without any official information to go on I am going to act as if I belong here, and hang around at least until they close the water and dumpsites and then decide if I want to stay here at the LTVA when it reverts to standard 14 day free boondocking, or move to one of the other boondocking areas here in Quartzsite.
Either way I'm relatively sure I will hang around the Quartzsite area until the government mandated self isolation is over the end of April and what I do after that will be based on the latest available information, The ability to find a place to stay at night if I'm traveling, and how well I'm dealing with the desert heat which is based on how closely I start to resemble a Walmart rotisserie chicken.
Close examination of this ancient twisted piece of driftwood tells an expert like me many things about its incredible life story. But the most interesting thing is how it made its way deep into the Arizona desert.
Signs etched into its gnarly limbs show that it started its journey in the Caribbean ocean, floated through the Straits of Magellan and past the Straits of Gibraltar, it apparently likes Straits, through the Guadalcanal, around the stormy Matterhorn, past the Sea of Cortez, and up the Colorado River on an incoming tide, and over the banks of the mighty Colorado during a flood which washed it out onto the flat desert where it's lain for a million years baking in the sun and waiting for someone to tell the story of its fantastic journey and its struggle for survival..... And I was lucky enough to find it and turn it into firewood.