Showing posts with label Colorado River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colorado River. Show all posts

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Postman Always Rings Twice and Leaves a Tracking Number.

Our luck ran out and so we drove to Blythe (California) to pick up three UPS packages that wouldn't go to the US Post Office.  It's a mystery every time!  The UPS Customer Service Center is open from 9 AM to 10 AM Monday through Friday.  I repeated the information, just to be sure I heard correctly --


You said: 9 AM to 10 AM?


Yes, ma'am, but only Monday through Friday.


10 AM??  


Yes, ma'am, but only Monday through Friday.


--whereupon Annie and I discussed for 17 minutes whether 10 AM there is later or earlier than 10 AM here.  The sleep-later faction won that argument, thank the time zone gods.  I want to thank the UPS Customer Service Center for stating openly and honestly that there would be a solid hour of UPS Customer Service rendered at that Center, each and every five days out of seven.  I'm a fan of achievable goals and truth in advertising.  And, I will say that the entire time we were there they were centered on serving us, which is all we needed.

Because we could, we stopped to dig an archaeological site.

Annie explained that this gate is to keep cows out, because they're not articulated.

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One of the Blythe Intaglios


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More of them


I've tried to link these shots to Google Maps for Bob.  Go ahead and click - he'll have to learn to share.*

To encourage you to go see them, I will tell you that one of the figures is anatomically correct, more or less.  [It's the snake.]

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[It's not really the snake.]



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Colorado River.  Since you came to see naughty intaglios, you might as well see a river, too.



Annie found this life-changing thing and there was no question that we needed to buy it.  Every time she moves the car dolly around she's laid-up for days.  

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So easy a simpleton can use it.  [Okay, Annie, that's not funny.]

*I did not succeed. Sorry, Bob. You can Google them, though.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

That's different.

I don't like to run around yelling the obvious:  boondocking is not like not boondocking.  If you want to order something like, say, Eternabond, you don't really have an address for shipping.  Don't sit in your RV staring at the desert and waiting for the mailman.  First, find out if your nearest US Post Office accepts General Delivery;  if so, you can have it sent there and you can pick it up.  Have a government-issued ID ready.  Easy peasy.

However, it is possible to have a FedEx man show up at your wilderness.*  I got a call asking about a physical address, and I explained that we were parked in the desert and didn't have one.  He was ready and even kinda willing to bring it out to The Desert, Arizona, USA, but we assured him we didn't mind meeting him in town for a pick-up.  The truth is, we hadn't tidied up The Desert lately, and were embarrassed for him to see it this way.

Same thing happened with UPS, when a helpful delivery guy met us out behind the Safeway with the other transients without addresses.  I noticed, but did not remark, that the other addressless people behind the Safeway had beverages, but I didn't tell them we were coming so I can't feel insulted.


*Results not typical.



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While we were pried loose from the rig, we went for a drive.

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No stopping.  No standing.  No walking.  No biking.   No parking.  No fishing.  No spitting.  No throwing things from dam.  No jumping.  Please enjoy your stay.



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No photographing Lake Havasu.

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 I'm not sure if he photobombed us or vice versa.  

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OKAY!  I won't!  I'm ready!!  No feeding!  No harassing!

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ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease...

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STOP TORTURING ME!!

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Me:  "HEEHAW!  HEEHAW!"
Annie:  "You're harassing them."
Me:  "Hi!  Hi!"
Annie:  "You're too aggressively friendly."
Me:  "hi!  hi!"

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Hey!  What's this?

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"Excuse me, but this is a rather private..."

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"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but could..."

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["Ass."]

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"No parking.  No staring.  No harassing.  Got any burro food?"

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Thanks for your comments yesterday.  Annie watched the video that I couldn't bring myself to see, and said that the infirmary needed an intervention.   And so, the perfect became the enemy of the good, as you so truthfully pointed out in many ways.