A pic or two I took for you, to let you know just what I do. So giveum a click and you will see why from the cold I had to flee.
My camping spot at Storrie Lake state Park. This is the only "walk up" site with hookups in this part of the campground. The other 20 or so campsites are all reserveable. I got here early yesterday morning so I was the first one to "walk up" to this campsite.
It was a nice day today; I had to wear a coat outside until about 9 o'clock, and by lunchtime, it was T-shirt weather again. I walked around the State Park, enjoying the Fall scenery... Again! Since Fall is my favorite time of year, it's great heading South because I'm chasing Fall the farther I go.
It takes a few days of being on the road for me to get used to a life without structure; even though I have very little structure in my life during the summer, there is some, and being on the road, there is none. So, in the morning, I still feel like I should wake up at a certain time, like I did in Denver. So now I have to get used to waking up whenever I feel like it. So I eat when I feel like it, I relax when I feel like it, and I do pretty much whatever I feel like doing.
Now, of course, I had 90% of that freedom in Denver, but now I have to get used to having nothing to do that I don't want to do; I don't even have much to procrastinate about... Except for weighing my truck camper at a truck stop, I will get that done the first chance I get in the next day or so. It's weird not putting things off till tomorrow because I don't have anything to put off... Except for weighing my camper, and I'm sure I'll get that done sometime this month.
I'm having second thoughts about staying here at Storrie Lake till Sunday. The winds are supposed to pick up on Sunday, and in New Mexico, when the winds pick up, they pick waaay up. I don't have the problems of driving in the wind like I did with the trailer. But the wind still makes driving difficult and not very relaxing. So I may get out of here Saturday and head for the Bosque Del Apache, I'm kind of anxious to get there anyway.
I always enjoy being at the Bosque; it tests my picture-taking abilities. Birds are hard to take pictures of; they move around a lot, they move very quickly, and when they're flying, it's always a challenge. I think that's why I like the huge Sandhill Cranes. Unlike smaller birds, and compared to a crane, everything's a smaller bird; cranes are slow. They move around slowly on the land or the water, and even when flying, it's kind of slow and graceful. And that's why you see a lot more Crane pictures in my blog than Hummingbirds.
But I'm slowly getting used to being on the road again; like I said, it takes a few days to get over feeling like I should be somewhere doing something, but even now, I can feel the daily rut I was in slowly fading away and the freedom to do whatever I feel like at the moment taking back over.
And I notice it most in my desire to return to my picture-taking hobby. There's nothing like a new view to make me want to take a snapshot. But in Denver, after taking so many pictures of the neighborhood and the flowers, then over the last few days watching the flowers freeze and die, it was somewhat depressing. And not to mention analogous of my own life of staying in Colorado and freezing to death.
But my eyes are open now, and I can see clearly. A wise man once said, "He who is outside his door has the hardest part of his journey behind him." In most cases, I think I would change the word "door" to a ''rut," and it would be more applicable. Once your rut is so deep that you can't even look over the edge to see the challenges, self-reliance, and independence that awaits, there's no direction to go but deeper. So, I guess when I get to the Bosque, I will enjoy living with the birds of the Bosque more than ever, because the Bosque represents more than just the Canes, it represents the freedom to travel just like the migrating waterfowl.
I accidentally woke up as the sun was coming up this morning and glancing out one of the gigantic picture windows in the Lance I spied a nice sunrise occurring without any assistance from me. So in an effort to help it along, I had to hop out of bed, grab my camera, and ran outside wearing my pajamas, which fortunately are a sweat pants and shirt.....having to run outside in case there's a fire, or a beautiful sunrise, Is the reason I sleep In sweat clothes.
Fortunately sweat clothes are a common uniform of old time RVers when it's cold. and showing up in sweats will even get you a ''welcome to Walmart'' from the Walmart doorman. On the other hand, newcomers to the RV world, look like they just stepped out of an REI store.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
I adjusted this picture little bit to make it easier to see the burn scar on the mountains the other side of Storrie Lake State Park. if you zoom in you can see Hundreds of thousands of dead burned trees still standing there.
This is another area of "walk up" camp sites at Storrie Lake. No utilities available.
There appears to be four kinds of camping at New Mexico State Parks. There's group camping, that name is easy to figure out, because it makes sense.
There's hook up camping, that's the most common.
There's "walk up" camping, which is such a confusing term it took me a long time to figure out what the heck they were talking about; Instead of the more common "first come first serve" sites, or "non-reserveable" sites
And last but not least, there's primitive camping.
And the apparent difference between walk-up camping, and primitive camping is the walk-up campers are blessed with a shelter, a picnic table, and a fire pit thingy on the ground. And the primitive campers get an open field.
but; I don't use the picnic table because unspeakable things happen on the picnic table.
I don't use the fire pit, because there's usually a burn ban in a lot of Western states, most of the time.
And I don't need the picnic shelter because I come with my own shelter on the back of my truck.
I actually prefer the open field. Because the boondocker's are usually more spread out.