Do the opposite

I've been at Lake Mojave for a couple of days and, as usual, I have the urge to move on. For no good reason other that it's my pattern.

I've spent hours looking at maps and checking the weather. It's that time of year when it's getting too hot in the desert yet it's still too cold at night in most directions.

Meanwhile, other than some windy periods, the weather is fine here. And the camping is free. It's quiet. There's a body of water, which I like. And there's a cell signal, which I also like.

So the sensible, non-vagabond part of my brain is saying, "If you don't know where to go, just stay."

Oh. Yeah. There's that.