I have missed face-to-face socializing during COVID even though I’m pretty darn good at isolating during the winter.
My nearest within sight neighbor, also overlooking the Plomosa Mountains, sat 100s of feet away. It’s a big desert without many obstructions. I stayed a week, and we never spoke.
I did get to know a few of my neighborhood trees.
Sat out in the warmest afternoon sun, a delightful 63° with no wind, reading or crocheting.
Lots of noisy OHV and I figured out it’s because I’m so close to town, within sight in fact, and there’s a “trail” they can use. Sets up a lot of dust, in the distance thank goodness.
Caught a few sunrises and more sunsets.
I often put off writing blog posts as my routine seems redundant to me, boring even for others. I haven’t really traveled much this winter though I am enjoying many days of desert environment. Makes me wonder why readers return. I thank you, you feed my ego.
Packages arrived at my Wickenburg mail but nothing I couldn’t live without or felt the need to rush off the 1 1/2 hour drive. I could go in a few days and make arrangements to outdoor socialize with friends in the area.
Really, with a strong signal looking at the Quartzsite tower I spent lots of time online socializing with friends, sharing photos, working on blog posts, and a little news. Heck, I did that for days and days.
Until…all shit broke loose on the 6th. I was obsessed like I rarely am staying in touch with the news all day. I felt my blood pressure jump and my computer wouldn’t respond. That’s some powerful energy. My fridge wouldn’t stay lit and the ice cream was on melt down. I ate faster.
I did get outside several times to cool down and center with nature thankful for a brilliant sunset.
I also needed more down time the next day so figured to roll to Wickenburg on Friday.
However, Friday morning I got a phone call from Trish, who would be traveling from two months in California to her Colorado home and coming through Quartzsite. So I directed her to my camp for her first boondock experience. And we sat outside all afternoon safely socializing during COVID.
The next morning she continued her journey as did I. Picked up my mail including three Christmas cards, bought groceries, and headed to Congress and my ole stomping grounds off Ghost Town Road.
In fact, this giant Saguaro, a diverse bird condo, might look familiar as I’ve camped here before.
My social life is feast or famine. Saturday I had two visitors. Joann drove down from Prescott and we took a walk to the “swimming pool”/wildlife water tank. The camera is gone but the air and water were still too cold to dip.
Later Gypsy stopped by bringing vegie-cheese muffins we snarfed down as we sat in the sunshine, trying to avoid the wind, sharing our herstories as we all get to know each other better. I’m so glad socializing during COVID is possible while boondocking in the Arizona desert. Especially nice in real time because the signal is not reliable in Congress.
And so I’ll spend a few more days of isolation working on posts and photos mostly offline before I have to do the necessary dump and fill again.
Bonus, I get to watch the birds in my local Saguaro condo. This is a very diverse community hosting in the many holes Flickers, Gila Woodpeckers, Curve-billed Thrasher, and a solo Starling that only seems to stay overnight.
And might see a few more sunrises or at least some sunsets.
And before too long, another friend is coming to Quartzsite, so guess I might just head back that way, again.