At the end of my first summer season at Oregon Caves National Monument I gave away the cheap car to a fellow guide and hit the road to continue on with my gypsy life.
Me leading a cave tour at Oregon Caves
Darl joined me with her own motorhome and we caravanned south to run away from winter and sell at flea markets. The first place we set up was in Yucca Valley, California where we could sell on weekends and stay set up and live on site all week.
Darl at Yucca Valley flea market
Darl decided to go to a conference in Las Vegas, so we picked out some nice jewelry for her to wear. Unfortunately her motorhome blew a rod on the way there; she was towed in, enjoyed the conference, and then was towed back to Yucca Valley by a friend.
Me at Joshua Tree National Park
I met a local man who sold jewelry at the flea market. We spent some time hiking in the area. One day he brought me flowers, boxes of flowers. He wanted me to remember him as the man who brought me the most flowers. And I do.
Me in RV with the most flowers
After visiting friends selling in Vicksburg, Arizona we decided to join them. Darl sold the dead motorhome and bought a little trailer in Vicksburg. We loaded all her stuff, personal and merchandise, into my motorhome and moved on New Years Eve.
Our set up in Vicksburg
This flea market was open seven days a week, if you wanted, and we lived on site at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere desert, just beyond Hope.
Ah, the winter desert was beautiful to walk through and the sunsets were spectacular. Yet as spring approached I knew it was time to return to work at Oregon Caves.