Repaid? ~ 4 coments.
The high temperature for the day hit 81°, which I believe is the warmest it's been since I started my winter travels this year. Maybe since I was cursed with so many cloudy, rainy days when my winter travels first started, I'm now being compensated for all of my suffering with these warm sunny days I'm experiencing now.
I've changed my mind again about going to town today; there's no particular reason, probably just laziness, so I'll go tomorrow instead…. Maybe.
Wickenburg is a small town, and like most small towns, you never know what might be closed on a Sunday. The small town of Woodland Park, Colorado, where I was living before I went full-time, was like that. A lot of businesses would be closed on Sunday and Monday, instead of Saturday and Sunday, because the businesses needed that weekend shopping income, but the employees needed those two days off, so a lot of businesses were closed on Monday.
Moving to Woodland Park, Colorado, from Miami, Florida, had a lot of things that the family had to get used to, and stores closed on Monday was only one of those things. Miami, of course, never closed; it was kind of like Las Vegas.... It never slept.
Seeing people walking around in the grocery store wearing a gun took some getting used to, but I pretty quickly got my concealed carry permit and joined them. And by the time I got my first business in Cripple Creek, Colorado, I would almost always walk into the bank to buy change or make a deposit while wearing a gun, and think nothing of it.
And speaking of guns, Deer and Elk hunting was a big deal in Woodland Park, so during hunting season, everybody was either going hunting or coming from hunting, so everybody was armed, including the high school kids who had guns in their cars in the high school parking lot because they would go hunting before school started in the morning, and probably again when school let out in the afternoon.... And in the 30 or so years I lived there, I never heard of any gun problems.
Theboondork
The view from my boondocking spot.
The dirt road that goes from the paved road to the Arizona Trust Lands boondocking area.
I've noticed, as I walk up and down some of these low-lying hills in this area, that the hills seem to be made out of these cantaloupe-sized rocks, hundreds and hundreds of acres of cantaloupe-sized rocks. They make walking kinda difficult, but since I'm inherently lazy, sometimes I need a challenge.