Feeling that trapped thing again

Since I chase mild, dry weather as much as possible, I end up spending most of the winter in the desert, at lower elevations.

My recent visit to the coast happened to hit a weather sweet spot between a cold spell and a major storm front. Now I’m back near Yuma. Again. There’s a lot to like here. Plenty of boondocking space, no time limit enforcement, easy access to supplies, strong cell signal. But I’m struggling against sameness. Or, rather, I’m struggling against the part of me that fled the sameness of living in a building and hit the road.

I’ve been scouring forecasts in the region. I’m surrounded by wetness or low temperatures or both. It’s warmer in Baja Sur, but terribly humid. The same with the Texas coast, but with rain, too.

Some friends in the Rockies have been posting photos on Facebook showing them in knee-deep snow. I briefly think, “I could do that if I bundled up enough.” Then I come to my senses.

So I’m staying here a while longer. I’ll find ways to refocus my thoughts. Reading is a good way to do that. I’ll take my mind somewhere else rather than my body.