Lobo Canyon Trailhead camping

​I had a date at a winery called Uranium City winery. It’s part of a harvest host membership where you can stay at a winery while sampling wines and in trade purchase a bottle. From the moment I got there I started thinking this was not the place for me, since it’s in the middle of the town of Grants. This is urban camping as the owner showed me the alley in the back literally right next to a railroad track. Street noise all around. So, I purchased wine and then decided go back into the “woods” to find real camping, which I did on BLM land Road just before the Lava Falls Trail. I spent a couple of nights at the Lobo Canyon Trail head. It was actually incredibly peaceful and only a few cars drove by all day long. My reception is spotty so I did find high ground about a quarter of a mile away where I could easily communicate. My time was spent with chores including cooking, laundry, and caulking my outside ports along the RV. The caulk has cracked, and aged, so I’m doing routine maintenance to keep my Sylver Gypsy in good shape. I am enjoying the peace and quiet with Jo Jo, yet struggling with another allergy attack. More Benadryl. And trying to address my diet in a step-by-step elimination process.  I feel like this occurs when I have eaten peanuts or any nuts. Which I did have yesterday. So I will stay away from all nuts for the next several days and continue to eat the other stuff to see whether or not anything else is triggering this reaction. I am also checking to make sure that the other symptoms are not causing a problem. Is there ever really a moment in life where you don’t have something problematic or annoying? I wonder, even though I escape the realities of the world somehow they some of them travel along with you. Argh!-- 













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