I motored into the Walmart parking lot in Trinidad, Colorado, just after lunch. I picked out a good boondocking spot, locked up the camper, and went into the store to buy a few things.
The first thing I was interested in was some long-sleeve flannel shirts. I didn't have any luck finding a couple of flannel shirts at the Bass Pro shop. They had some flannel shirts, and they were nice ones, but the prices were unbelievable. When I lived in the mountains, I always wore Pendleton wool shirts, and even though they were pricey, they were still a whole lot less than the flannel shirts at the Bass Pro Shop...It appears that flannels have become an endangered species and have been hunted almost to extinction, which is the only thing I can imagine that would justify their Bass Pro Shop price. Walmart flannels were a lot less expensive; I reckon Walmart flannels don't taste as good as the Bass Pro Shop flannels, since Walmart had them at normal flannel prices.
After that, I moved over to the grocery area and bought a few items I couldn't live without. Since I'm leaving here and heading for the Maxwell Wildlife Area in Maxwell, New Mexico, and if it hasn't been destroyed by the floods, I was planning on spending several days there, hoping that it would replace Storrie Lake State Park as the first and last big stop coming and going in and out of New Mexico. With any luck, I can get enough information about the flooding down the line to decide whether to head for Arizona when I get to Albuquerque.
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The Sangre de Cristo mountain range from the Walmart parking lot in Trinidad, Colorado. This picture should show why boondocking in the Trinidad Walmart parking lot is one of my favorite places.
The Air Force Academy football field at the foot of the Front Range.
A picture from the Bass Pro Shop parking lot last night. If you look carefully in the dark, you can see bumper-to-bumper rush-hour traffic on I-25.
The Bass Pro Shop already has its Christmas decorations up. When I woke up this morning, only three of us boondockers were in the parking lot; I thought there would be more. It makes me wonder if the horrors of the nasty Niño have scared some full-timers away from Arizona and New Mexico…Well, it doesn't scare me; if you watch the news, I'll be the guy sitting on top of a truck camper as it floats down the Rio Grande to the Gulf of America.