I stayed two days at a nondescript rv park in Henderson Nevada,
which is just south of Las Vegas on the Boulder Highway. My site was
supposed to be empty and ready for me, but it wasn’t. It was noon when I
arrived, and I’m pretty sure the occupants weren’t awake yet. By 1 pm,
water and electric was unhooked, and they were rolling away without
apology.
I used this time to do laundry, shower several times,, resupply, and,
of course, roast coffee. There was nothing very remarkable about the rv
park, so I won’t name it. Most of the residents were year round and
long-term. Lots of the Rv’s were older and in need of repair, even
though the park supposedly had a ten-year rule in order to stay there.
By that, if your rv was older than ten years from the date of
manufacturer, keep looking. I fibbed about the date on my rv (since
Scamp hasn’t changed it’s design since about 1978, mine looks as new as
the ones coming from the factory now), but I didn’t feel too bad after
seeing the motley assortment of ancient trailers that somehow found
their way into their spots. Maybe they were grandfathered?
Anyway, I am back to Valley of Fire. I arrived late morning, which
seems like a good time because there were only a few rigs present when I
arrived. By evening it was nearly full. The Brew Hut didn’t move
far—merely across the gravel road where solar is more ample, and the
views more generous behind the campsite.
The days are getting shorter. I’m sleeping in until nearly 7 a.m.,
and it’s pretty much dark by 7 p.m. Since Julia arrives on Sunday, I’ve
been brushing up on my pancake operations in the morning. It makes for a
nice sweet treat to start the day with my fresh roasted Papua New
Guinea coffee.
T-mobile
doesn’t live here in the campground, but I’ve found a few places where
one or two bars of signal can be had, so I’ve been able to pick up my
daily local newspaper to read with breakfast. Elvis and I usually have
our 12k-15k steps by noon. During the afternoon, I’ve been reading John
Muir’s “My First Summer in the Sierra.” I was worried it might not be
accessible, but he’s an excellent writer and communicator, probably due
to his Wisconsin roots.
I’ve been scavenging firewood from campsites that people have
departed from—with some success. I hope to have a few fires this week to
lengthen the short days. I also found the Overton library (Moappa
Valley Public Library), and it’s free wifi connection, so I downloaded
some more Netflix to watch during the evenings. I’m pretty settled into
my routine, but I’m sure that Julia will shake me out of that shortly.
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