Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Alone again, naturally
I'm at the very end of Robbins Road where there are usually at least two other rigs camped. But I have it all to myself. Ah, the perks of going places off-season. Most snowbirds have started their migration north, but not me. I'm migrating to the coast. Again. Because that's my (adopted) native habitat.
I'm about to hit the road highway for Joshua Tree National Park. I have my fingers crossed that I'll be able to find a vacant campsite. Spring is high season at Joshua Tree. But it's mid-week, so I might have a chance. A few days there, then it's off to the beach for about a week before heading back inland to meet up with friends.
So this stop at Buckeye Hills might be my last bit of solitude for a while. I probably won't be able to step out of the Rolling Steel Tent in just my underwear. No more peeing on the ground. Civilization is so inconvenient.