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A BLM ranger stopped to say hello a couple of days ago. He was friendly and chatty, and mentioned the usual: 14-day limit and no dumping. After he had left, we looked around and our neighbors were GONE. I mean the long-timers. Vanished.
The visit reminded us it was time to scout around for some fresh place. The Ironwood National Monument isn't it (for us), but it doesn't mean it couldn't be (for you).
The road we took into the Monument involves a one-lane bridge with a 6000 pound limit. That's the Prius on grocery day. There is also a dip in the road that we're pretty sure the Duck couldn't survive. So, no-go on that route. It's possible another road will take you around these obstacles; try coming in from I-10 at exit 226.
There may be phone reception, but there was no data coverage. That's the bad, now let me tempt you with the good.
Big, wide-open, level site. Lovely views of Ragged Top Mountain (where bighorn sheep may be lambing AS I TYPE).
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| Get a load of the size of that foot. |
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| I have urticating hairs! I will urt you! You are flirtin' with an urtin'. |
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| My feet urt. |
I told you a while back that I had a phone interview. It went well, and he offered me the job. I thought about it for a couple of hours and then let him down easy. Told him it wasn't him, it was me.
