Sylvia's RV Journey

Taking the drive home now, as I witnessed a spectacular sunrise. Within minutes clouds set in, and it got grey. So thats a good thing for driving without glare. I cruised past Las Vegas, and listened to NPR for most of the 6 hour drive. Thats my maximum time these days, as doing this alone is tiring enough.  The sad news regarding the Ukraine war is maddening, and heart wrenching. While I am out having adventures, and fun times. Its definitely not something I take for granted. I think a lot about that. I was grateful to arrive home in the afternoon, safe and sound. Death Valley National Park was so much more than I expected. And I enjoyed every moment. And I picked a great time of the year to go, where the weather was perfect.  One more off my bucket list, as I do my best to keep the momentum going! And I hope to return again one day soon.

The Mesquite Springs campsite was a really great spot. I had camp spot #40, which was nice, because it backed up right to a wash and no one but wilderness to the east. I got an early start, however it would have been sooner except the unbelievably crappy pour over coffee filters that I own have  sprung a leak, not once, not twice, but today it was lucky number three. As careful as I am to pour my hot water over the grounds into the filter, somehow the seam opens up and the entire thing spills into my travel mug. This time resulting in spilling all over my counter along the cabinet, and onto the floor. I don't really like to use swear words first thing in the morning, particularly not before I've had coffee, but such was the case today. I'm going to cross my fingers tomorrow morning that I will have a good pour, and then immediately throw these filters away. I'm a bit shocked since they are Melita, but they are recycled paper, and I wonder if they're just not strong

Ahh, Wildrose, my Wildrose. I think it was a Thursday, as I have lost track of days now. I guess the ultimate escape can be gauged by a time when you have no idea what day of the week it is. Sort of like my dog Jo Jo, who could care less what day of the week it is. I have said, as many others, that we should all live life like a dog. Right now I am audio dictating this with him on my lap, upside down begging for belly rubs. If I ever thought I had a good life, I will have to say no, compared to my dog, I have not. Yes, he is spoiled. Jo Jo and I made it to the trailhead at Mosaic Canyon and I had at least three spots where I needed to scoot on my rear end up a marble polished tiers. While others climbed effortlessly, I had to scheme, and assess my climb. I should have used a tape measure to determine the path of least resistance. I thought twice about turning around, but I remember my camp neighbor who told me to expect these climbs. So eventually I made it into the wide part of the ca