Left Bryce Canyon on October 25th, before it snowed, and am on the road again in the truck-camper. The more than 150 mile circle around Bryce was headed into a cold front. With nights everywhere predicted below freezing, or close, I could only think south.
And I only got 1 1/2 hours south to Fredonia, just across the border into Arizona. A familiar drive along SR89 to Kanab where I didn’t even stop. I felt tired, exhausted, and drained from the last week at work and closing up the 5th-wheel to move into the camper.
Shortly after arriving at the Wheel Inn RV Park I received a text that the 5er is winterized and in storage. That’s a relief.
View from end of RV Park
Turned out a friend from the North Rim was already in this park so I pulled in next door. Sure was good to catch up and talk to someone who understands an intense COVID summer season in a busy national park. She usually waits tables in the Lodge but due to take-out dinning only her job ended up being the door counter, limiting ten people into the Lodge building for cabin and mule-ride check-in, and enforcing mask wearing. Sounds like she was verbally abused way too many times.
Kind of a noisy RV park, or maybe I’m just spoiled. Also not used to paying $25/night even though I know that’s pretty cheap these days. But really, basically a level gravel parking lot with utilities and a picnic table. I initially paid for two nights and added a third to have electricity for heat as the lows dropped below freezing.
I was ready to be on the road by Wednesday and drove another 1 1/2 hours west to St. George, Utah with a shopping stop along the way. A friend invited me to park in her driveway. I figured one night there but stayed two nights and we even got in a little walk at the nearby Red Cliffs Desert Reserve. We plan to meet up in the southern desert somewhere this winter.
Friday, I was on the road again continuing yet another 1 1/2 hours just south of Overton, Nevada to dispersed camping known as Snowbird Mesa or Poverty Flats.
Lots of snowbirds, more than I’m used to seeing the end of October, but by the look of the RVs and ‘toys’ mostly not suffering impoverishment. Everybody works at keeping some distance. Though my nearest neighbor living in a small pickup truck with a topper has rather loud conversations seemingly with himself, or maybe his dog.
I planned to photograph the almost full moon that night and didn’t have to walk far from camp for an interesting foreground and composition. Had I driven further off the popular path I might have eliminated other RVs.
But when I walked the next day realized I’d have to drive farther than I wanted to on rough gravel to really isolate and for just one more night in that location decided it wasn’t worth it. Definitely isolated enough for no trick-or-treaters. Good thing, as I didn’t buy any candy.
Pretty sunset, but for full moon it was too late thus too dark for this too lazy photographer to drag out the tripod.
I left Sunday morning relatively early for me with the intent of at least a four hour drive to Wickenburg, Arizona for my mail-in ballot.
Instead, in only 30 minutes, I saw a sign along the windy Lake Road drive for Stewarts Point and decided to check it out. The two-mile drive to the lake goes past a bunch of older and many dilapidated small houses that make up the unincorporated community of Stewarts Point, inside the Lake Mead National Recreation Area. These remaining not quite lakeshore properties are from the 1950s when the National Park Service issued long-term leases inside the recreation area yet quit renewing with a change in philosophy and policy during the 1970s. According to this article, only 48 cabins remained as of 2013. Most of what I saw didn’t look very used.
I’d say less RVs than Snowbird Mesa or maybe just spread out more. There are many options for sites with some more difficult to get to than others. I’d recommend scouting before driving with a big rig. My spot was mostly level and good enough for a night or two but I saw many others I’d prefer for next time.
I spent a delightful day taking short walks and reading in the shade. Just enough clouds to put on a show for sunset.
I had every intention of leaving the next morning and was greeted with a worthy sunrise with clouds.
And the clouds beckoned me to stay yet another day. I am a nepholographer.
Light and shadow danced across the land. I finished reading another book. Took short walks. I tried to relax and be lazy.
My mind just wouldn’t stop trying to figure out what and where to be this winter. I need to figure out how to keep my phone and laptop charged by solar so I don’t NEED to stay in RV parks. I don’t really understand all the solar stuff so want to talk to someone who does. I’m willing to add another battery or panel, or both if that’s what it takes. Probably go back to Solar Bill’s in Quartzsite, eventually.
I stayed for two nights within sight of the ever shrinking Lake Mead along the Overton Arm. But I had no choice on Tuesday to get on the road to November 3rd so I could vote in Wickenburg, Maricopa county, where I’m registered.
