More boondocking
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If you've camped or boondocked near Cottonwood, you know about Thousand Trails Road and the boondocking area there. What we learned from another boondocker is that the area across 260 is much less crowded, and still in compliance with
Prescott National Forest maps.
If you need propane and/or water, they can be purchased at the Thousand Trails RV Resort just down Thousand Trails Road. Easy in/easy out - tell the gate guard what you're up to, and if you've told the story convincingly he'll wave you through. Or salute. I like when he salutes. Propane sold 11:30 - 12, Tuesday - Saturday.
More RVing entrepreneurs
In my last post, I featured several RVers who offer goods and services for sale. I'm adding
Creations by Cyn to the list. She blogs at
TexCyn Life. Cyn specializes in functional jewelry and doggie fashion accessories (so cute). Check out her work worn by award-winning models.
I've become fixated on
Karen's socks. Not because I need socks, but because I need
these socks. A lot of you already knew about Karen and her
full-time life making socks I would be willing to measure my feet for (
size large). As soon as I found her blog, she and her husband bought a house and stopped full-timing, so I guess now she'll have more space to make my socks (
size large).
More wandering
We've spent the spring, summer, and fall centered around Flagstaff, where The Cousins live. It's been a lovely organizing principle, but now staying warm trumps family, and we've slipped off like a strapless prom dress. Tonight we're on the other side of Phoenix. Phoenix alarms us.
A man my age held up a sign at a stop:
Homeless Vet - anything helps - God bless. We've given small bits of money to people for no particularly compelling reason, but we just didn't this time, to this man. On the way past he told us of the harm he wished us. Tonight, I'm concentrating on wishing for him everything he needs, but if he stubs his toe, too, and thinks of us, that's okay with me. I'm still evolving, shut up.
We're Tucson-area head-towarded.