Taking a slow ride

I took four days to coddiwomple about 400 miles on my slow ride from Cedar City, Utah to Congress, Arizona, and fit in some friend visits along the way.

My last day in Cedar City, I paid the KOA electric bill and the owner dumped the camper tanks for me as I still don’t have the strength or dexterity to hook up the sewer hose.  Then off I went to my last PT and doctor visits.

The first time I’d driven in over a month and it felt good to be behind the wheel.  I felt different after a 1 1/2 hour drive through the beautiful windy Virgin River Gorge and on to Mesquite, Nevada.

The truck just barely fit in Mary and Michael’s driveway and was easy to mostly level.  They fed me, we chatted and I went to the camper about 8:30pm. They also fed me breakfast and sent leftovers.

The next day I hit the road around noon and in barely an hour was parked and somewhat level at Poverty Flats. I took a short walk with the small camera and phone.  A man in a golf cart caught up with me and asked if I was Geogypsy. A lurker blog reader from Wyoming.

How I love the quiet and warm desert.

So much that I stayed an extra night instead of driving an hour to Boulder City.  Good thing, as the free parking above the casino was closed.

Instead I made the 2 ½ hour slow ride to Kingman and visited with another friend.  Thanks Terri.

For the next day rain was predicted all over the SW so I made a two hour run for it with a stop at Dazzos for Italian Beef for lunch.

By late afternoon I was parked at North Ranch in tiny space #74, on a corner, next to a birdy bush that could be some kind of Yucca.

I’m across the street from the Pickleball court.

And have a decent view west for sunset.

After several days of rain I went up the hill to Yarnell where I gave up my post office box and had lunch at Gilligans.

Now I’m set up with PT in Wickenburg three days a week for the next month.  I am healing, slowly, and getting better every day.