Time to leave. or is it?

Roses are red, violets are blue, a click of the pics, is available to you.

A spectacular sunrise that you don't get around here very often. I've decided that since I'm leaving this area and heading east, slowly making my way back home, I would post a few left over pictures of my Western travels in no particular order.

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock and as I started getting the camper ready to go I noticed it was getting a little breezy. And by the time I was ready to leave it was kind of windy, and I figured I'd better check this out and see how long it was going to last, and sure enough, according to the weather forecast, it was going to be like this all day.

It doesn't take much to make me cancel a travel day, and the wind is often the culprit. Yesterday I moved six or eight miles closer to the interstate, so now I'm only a couple of minutes from jumping on and being on my way. But the wind is often the reason that I call it all off.

For me, there's no reason that I have to leave on a particular day. I don't have an appointment I have to be at, I don't have a certain place I have to be at a particular time, and my current camping spot hasn't expired, so I don't have to pony up or get out of town. The only reason I have to leave is.... I want to.

This makes life a whole lot easier for me. Without the pressure of having to leave at a certain time, my problems have been cut in half. To me, just about the most essential thing in my life, is having a place to live. And it might be for one night or two months, but the fact that it's there is of great importance to me.

It's hard to explain the value of being able to pick up and move for any, or even no, reason at all. I don't normally live that way, and I don't have to. The very fact that I can, up to and including the very last second, decide to stay or go is what gives me most of my freedom. And it's hard to explain why that's so, I think you have to experience it to understand.

                                                     theboondork

A real cowgirl, competing in a roping event near Wickenburg Arizona.

The view from my kitchen window at Vulture Peak.

Motocross rider landing sideways, and otherwise all crossed up, able to land softly as if nothing happened.

An RC stunt plane falls from the sky in an apparent death spiral, and at the last second, powers up and flies away.

A pair of Sand-hill Cranes feeding in the early morning light.

What always looks like miniature bananas to me at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum.