It’s called freedom. ~ 2 comments.
I moved to the Plomosa Road boondocking area yesterday, which put me about 12 miles closer to Lake Havasu, Arizona, for my move today. Which reminds me that the dictation software that I use to write this blog absolutely refuses to write Lake Havasu correctly, and I have to stop what I'm doing and type it out myself. So whenever you see, Lake have assumed, Lake have a sue, Lake has a sue, Lake has a clue, or any other way you could possibly spell it, it's because I just got tired of correcting it.
It feels great to be back in Lake Havasu, especially because it has a 10-day weather forecast of nothing but sunshine and cloudless blue skies, just the way a desert is supposed to look. I don't know what was happening with the weather for the last few weeks, but whatever it was, I hope it doesn't happen anymore.
I didn't actually need to get here this early, because my solar panel stuff isn't showing up till next week, but I like being in Lake have a sue, one reason being that it's a pretty little town, and is big enough to have everything you need, such as a Walmart, and a Home Depot. But it's small enough to still have that small-town atmosphere, and not much traffic to have to deal with.
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I left Quartzsite about 7:30 this morning, heading for Lake Havasu.
It was a beautiful morning; there were a few clouds, but they started burning off and were mostly gone by nine or ten.
Being in no hurry to be anywhere in particular, about 5 miles before I got into Lake Havasu, I saw a boondocking area with a handful of RVs there, and I figured it must be some Arizona trust lands, since Lake Havasu seems to be surrounded by Arizona trust lands, so I pulled over to take some pictures of the mountains.
I took a few pictures and then went inside the camper to make myself a cup of coffee, since I hadn't had any that morning. I also hadn't had any breakfast, so I decided to scramble some eggs and fry up some bacon, since wherever I park, I call home.
Looking around at my boondocking neighbors, I decided this looked like a peaceful, quiet place to be, and decided to stay here for a night or two before I mosey on into Lake Havasu.... It's called freedom, and is the most important part of being a full-timeing boondocker.