Saturday, February 17, 2024

Enough for one day

Continuing with yesterday’s story: By the time my leisurely cattle-aware drive got me to I-10 I realized I didn’t really want to drive all the way to Ajo that day. There was no schedule to keep, no rush to get there. Slow down, man. Put in fewer miles and more time just being. Yeah, sounds good.

But where to stop? Someplace with plenty of cell reception and no off-roaders. And free, of course. How about Saddle Mountain, by Tonopah (a. k. a. the other Tonopah, not the Tonopah of “I’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah” in Nevada, the location of the Clown Motel)? I hadn’t stopped there in, oh, eight years. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Would my opinion be different now?

Yes. Winter storms have greened the place up. I found a more pleasing camping spot. And my perceptions — and I — have probably changed. I’ll set here a spell.


  1. Have you seen the Saddle Mountain petroglphs?

  2. Are there a lot of flies? We've camped there several times and the fly situation has been different each time. I've heard that there's a poultry farm nearby and also that fertilizing the fields brings flies but I don't know if either of those are correct.

    1. Only about a handful at a time buzzing around in the van, and I don't remember being bothered by them when I was outside.