Heading north
I was thinking about leaving today and heading north, but the wind was blowing pretty hard yesterday and again today, so I decided to wait until tomorrow morning, when it's not supposed to be windy, and then head for greener pastures.
I don't know where those pastures are, other than I will be closer to Denver as long as I keep heading north, so the name of the town, or the place, doesn't matter as long as I'm working my way up I-25.
I've given up on taking Milky Way pictures, for a while anyway. Nights have been too cloudy to see the stars, and the moon is almost half-full now, so it's too bright for taking sky pictures. But I haven't totally given up on it. I’ll just wait for a better time and a better place.
The Elephant certainly has cleared out compared to Saturday and Sunday. I'm pretty sure that the crowds were because of Cinco de Mayo, but I doubt if people had the day off today, so almost everybody has cleared out of the camping areas, and everything is pretty much back to normal.
I filled up a propane tank the other day when I was coming back from Walmart, and at $2.29 a gallon, it was some of the cheapest propane that I've bought in a long time. I don't know why it was that cheap, except I filled up at a propane company, not just a hardware store, or a gas station that has to buy their propane from a propane company. So I cut out the middleman and got the propane from the source. I don't know if that was the reason for the inexpensive propane, but I can't think of any other times I’ve bought from a propane company, and I'm usually paying about four dollars a gallon for it.
Theboondork
Boondocking on the beach, but not at the water’s edge.
My teeny tiny home boondocking on the beach and watching the sun rise. You don’t need a big fancy RV to be happy; you only need the proper mindset and the freedom to roam unencumbered by rules, routine, and responsibilities.
Small travel trailer rig.
Sometimes, less is more. "Less" may allow you to go places and do things where "More" fears to tread.
This fisherman is obviously trolling for the fastest fish in the lake, the rare and speedy freshwater Marlin. The freshwater Marlin is so rare that nobody has ever seen one, and so fast that nobody has ever caught one. But the ability to motor across the lake at 80 miles an hour gives this guy a better chance than the paddleboarders and kayakers who usually end up as a meal in the mighty Marlins’ mouth.
Sunrise at the Elephant... My favorite time of day, no matter where I’m at.