The way I like to live
I can sure tell I'm back in southern Arizona, where the Saguaros grow. The 10-day Weather forecast is for highs in the low 80s/high 70s, with lows at night in the 50s. That sure sounds like winter desert temperatures to me.
I haven't decided yet how long I want to stay here. I take each day as it comes. Ajo is peaceful, quiet, and uncrowded, which is just perfect for me, but it is expensive, even though the town and the people who live in it seem to make ends meet just barely. These folks seem so poor that I look like middle class, even though I don't have any income at all.
When do I leave here? I want to head to Yuma, and boondock there for a little while, and then on into Quartzsite. Experience has taught me I don’t want to be on the road between a few days before Christmas and a few days after New Year's. Not only is it more dangerous because of all the travelers, but it is also difficult and expensive to get any help if you break down. I had considered staying in Ajo until both holidays are over, but I don't know if I want to stay here that long, since there's really nothing for me to do without military aircraft to photograph.
That's why I'm figuring it out day by day and seeing how I feel about things when I wake up in the morning, which is pretty much the way I like to live anyway.
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When I first started coming here years ago, the old rodeo grounds were very popular and sometimes difficult to find a quiet spot. And this very large fire ring is an example of folks circling their RVs, around a campfire, just like in Quartzsite, and enjoying this small part of the desert.
My current location in the endless desert known as Ajo.
This is a rare and utterly useless speckled bow-legged cactus climber. They spend all day climbing on anything that remotely resembles a cactus. Once, while wearing a green shirt, I had half a dozen of these bumbling birds climbing all over me, building nests in my pockets. Laying eggs and raising chicks. I had these bow-legged birds creeping and clinging to me for weeks until the chicks learned to fly. Just one of the many hazards of living in the desert.