Our fourteen days was up, and then some, so we eventually rumbled out of town. As far as we could tell, no one monitors the BLM land there very closely, as there were still rigs there that we saw on the way in.
We shared the site with Ms. Benjamin, and I hope she was as placid about it as we were. I was touched by how optimistic her family was in mentioning the "living" tree, and I prefer to think that she lives on in that optimism rather than the nearby stump.
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| Osborne Wash |
We're back in Quartzsite to meet up with
Charlene and to refill our tanks. Maybe we'll even buy another Chinese stick if the Stick Man is still open. Then, like the Terror that Quacks in the night, we're gone again until we find the next pond.
