Showing posts with label Quartzsite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quartzsite. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Dig this!

We put on our archaeology pants and went to see an Anasazi site.  Barbara tantalized us with pictures of this hidden wonder,  and Charlene found us some directions.

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You don't need a 4-wheel drive, but high-clearance would be good so your bottom doesn't drag on the ground.  I got out at the rough parts and dragged my own bottom across to let the Prius rise a little higher.

CAVE!

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Maybe a cistern?


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Annie and Charlene got ahead of me while I chatted.

The following are holes:


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Stick and grind hole.

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Annie stands on one foot to display holes.

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Different hole.

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Holes and cliff.

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Four holes.




Use your good driving sense here and watch the sand. It was a pretty accessible place on foot, although I was glad to have my stick.



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Another cave?

We bade Charlene TTFN, since we'll all be leaving within a day or two.  Quartzsite has been a lot more than I expected it to be, and we've stayed a lot longer than I expected us to.




Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Desert is _______.

The Desert is Hot

Annie and I turned a roll of Coolaroo

Koolaroo sun shade, Koolaroo roll


into sheers for our big windows. VERY GOOD IDEA. It makes a difference.


The Desert is Mysterious

I was determined to find some kind of glyph today, and so we did.  It's very hard to find much about the Quartzsite Intaglios online, and the Chamber of Commerce claims no knowledge of them.

Sketch of Quartzsite Intaglios, http://www.hows.org.uk/personal/hillfigs/foreign/colo/colora.htm










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Quartzsite is thataway, more or less.


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I won't insult you by telling you what this is.



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Supposedly points directly to the Bouse Fisherman



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I think it's pointing toward our campsite.

I took the coordinates in case you wanted them, and then our GPS took The Big Nap.  Maybe there's a reason no one talks about these geoglyphs.

A gust of wind came up and my hat and glasses took off into the restricted area.  So, Annie desecrated an archaeological artifact to retrieve them, and this is why Arizona can't have nice things.

We also wanted to see the petroglyphs and grindstone holes that Barbara wrote about so tantalizingly, but we couldn't find them.  HELP US, BarbaraWan Kenobi!  You're our only hope!


The Desert is Brutal

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Twenty feet later ...
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WHAT.  

The Desert is Beautiful

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The Desert is Exhausting






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Palindromes are Awesome

Here's one: Wasilla: all I saw [that's a Sarah Palindrome]
Here's another one:

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

You're welcome.

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That's not helpful.


We're back bumming around Quartzsite with a whole new 'tude.  Things get quiet about this time, and you can't even buy an RV.



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Roadrunner Market is an okay place to pick up necessities.  Their produce tastes good, and isn't exorbitant.  Walk by the Snickers.  ... walk by ... walk by ... 




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You can still pick up a burger and milkshake at Carl's Jr., although since we re-veganized we're trying not to think about that.


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I think there are geoglyphs around that Quartzsiters don't want me to see.  I WILL SEE THEM.


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We spent a few pleasant days camping with Charlene of SwankieWheels.   

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When was it the Post Office?  


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We're excited for Al and Kelly of The Bayfield Bunch on the purchase of their winter home.




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This is not it.




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Do you recognize this burrow?  It's at the base of a mesquite tree.

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A pair of mourning doves are settled around the campsite somewhere.  I love their familiar mourning in the morning.