A spontaneous get away.....
Its the first time ever, that I made up my mind so suddenly and spontaneously, to "get away." The week has been intense. The Sylver Gypsy and I are went to Lake Pleasant, AZ, for a couple of nights. What a thrill to find a group of wild donkeys, listen to lapping waters, and enjoy orange skies. We are close to "desert in bloom" here in Arizona, with some flowering brittle bush and lupine just starting to bloom.
I was extra lazy on day one. Along with organizing some tax papers, I decided to crack open a bag of pecans. My sister gives me a bag, each year at Christmas, courtesy of her neighbor, and they are really sweet and delicious. I hope to mix in some baker's unsweetened chocolate, with stevia, to make a "sugar free" chocolate bark. I did this in the partial shade over looking the lake, while Jo Jo was on patrol for any strangers. He decided to crawl underneath the Sylver Gypsy, having a down under view from the other side. I had to pull in the reigns often. He likes to have a task with purpose, and does an awesome job at patrolling my space.
The lake was filled with sail boats, and extra loud cigarette boats, along with pontoons, kayaks, paddle, and fishing boats. I was parked on a rather high hill that sloped down steeply towards the water, and I had a 3/4 view around "my peninsula." These slopes were only for 4x4 drive vehicles who decided to brave the drive down to the shore.
So, as I evolve, in my rv journeys, I have come to see how there are 2 rather distinct travelers/campers. There are nature lovers, who seek serenity, and come to the great outdoors for a time to reflect, unwind, and breath in fresh air. Who focus on the natural sounds of birds, rippling water, and from a distance, in this case, honking donkeys. There are people like me who are concerned with leaving only their footprints, or tire tracks. And there are those who come to party, and blast their radios, scream and yell, and act as obnoxious, and loud, or drunk as possible. And leave trash behind. I seek the former way of travel, hands down.
A simple late day walk yesterday, witnessed several large dogs...off the leach, and Jo Jo, who had to be carried as a safety precaution, for the rest of our stroll. I am also tired of people who use dogs as a weapon.
I met my really nice RV neighbor, Bob, who was a retired psychologist. He sold his house 3 years ago, and is traveling the country in his 1999 class A. He too, like me, is a traveler who values serenity. Last night, I was awakened by a couple at 2:30am, in a Malibu, who carried on with voices, and slamming doors. Bob talked to them, and he seemed to think that there was illicit activity. Which is really too bad. I never confront people in this case, as a woman traveling alone, and as much as I would like to "read them the riot act," or better yet, "rip them a new one," I dont. And its hard to "shut up." And its too bad that I have to feel this way, but I have to pick my battles, and I was outnumbered in this one. Especially in a remote place, in the middle of the night, alone with myself and Jo Jo.
Even though its a pretty place, I will think about returning on a during-the-week visit, when the weekend crazies are not out to party. I am continually stunned with the lack of consideration by others, especially at a ridiculous time in the middle of the night. Its a reason for me to work that much harder to find that peaceful, special place. They are out there. I have found many. And I will find them again soon.
I was extra lazy on day one. Along with organizing some tax papers, I decided to crack open a bag of pecans. My sister gives me a bag, each year at Christmas, courtesy of her neighbor, and they are really sweet and delicious. I hope to mix in some baker's unsweetened chocolate, with stevia, to make a "sugar free" chocolate bark. I did this in the partial shade over looking the lake, while Jo Jo was on patrol for any strangers. He decided to crawl underneath the Sylver Gypsy, having a down under view from the other side. I had to pull in the reigns often. He likes to have a task with purpose, and does an awesome job at patrolling my space.
The lake was filled with sail boats, and extra loud cigarette boats, along with pontoons, kayaks, paddle, and fishing boats. I was parked on a rather high hill that sloped down steeply towards the water, and I had a 3/4 view around "my peninsula." These slopes were only for 4x4 drive vehicles who decided to brave the drive down to the shore.
So, as I evolve, in my rv journeys, I have come to see how there are 2 rather distinct travelers/campers. There are nature lovers, who seek serenity, and come to the great outdoors for a time to reflect, unwind, and breath in fresh air. Who focus on the natural sounds of birds, rippling water, and from a distance, in this case, honking donkeys. There are people like me who are concerned with leaving only their footprints, or tire tracks. And there are those who come to party, and blast their radios, scream and yell, and act as obnoxious, and loud, or drunk as possible. And leave trash behind. I seek the former way of travel, hands down.
A simple late day walk yesterday, witnessed several large dogs...off the leach, and Jo Jo, who had to be carried as a safety precaution, for the rest of our stroll. I am also tired of people who use dogs as a weapon.
I met my really nice RV neighbor, Bob, who was a retired psychologist. He sold his house 3 years ago, and is traveling the country in his 1999 class A. He too, like me, is a traveler who values serenity. Last night, I was awakened by a couple at 2:30am, in a Malibu, who carried on with voices, and slamming doors. Bob talked to them, and he seemed to think that there was illicit activity. Which is really too bad. I never confront people in this case, as a woman traveling alone, and as much as I would like to "read them the riot act," or better yet, "rip them a new one," I dont. And its hard to "shut up." And its too bad that I have to feel this way, but I have to pick my battles, and I was outnumbered in this one. Especially in a remote place, in the middle of the night, alone with myself and Jo Jo.
Even though its a pretty place, I will think about returning on a during-the-week visit, when the weekend crazies are not out to party. I am continually stunned with the lack of consideration by others, especially at a ridiculous time in the middle of the night. Its a reason for me to work that much harder to find that peaceful, special place. They are out there. I have found many. And I will find them again soon.
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