Went on a laundry run again today, bedding and a few clothes. Then spent the better part of today looking around eastern AZ and western NM for somewhere to move on to. Weeks ago Brad was looking at a map and saw a place called Truth or Consequences, well I got to looking a couple of days ago and there is availability close by. It means paying for a site and we all know how he feels about that with all his money invested in solar, but...
We need a change of pace. People to talk to. I get that this nomadic thing is a lonely game and that's fine -we're both loners, but every now and again its nice to have people around. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of people in Quartzsite but they are all clearly loners too.
Our original intent was to boondock for a couple/three weeks and spend a week at a campground. Well it's that time. We're both feeling it. We haven't been around anyone since Osoyoos and that was almost 3 weeks ago. Before that other than Brad's brother... Saskatchewan. So it's been a looong time.
I've been looking at Elephant Butte but as always I'm having trouble committing to it. This is a problem I've noticed. At first, we said we wanted to feel this place out longer. We've done that, it's time to move on.
Sure we could get a site at a local RV Park but what would be the adventure in that? I looked at The Grand Canyon and there is plenty of boondocking there but with the altitude I understand it will be a bit chilly.
I like the idea of New Mexico... Roswell is right up my alley and I'd love to see it. Yes, I know I've been told it's not all that but I don't care. Just to say I was there would be cool -and my brother would be sooooo jealous! LOL. Some of my online 'friends' are down around Austin right now and I remember seeing lots of cool stuff around there back in the spring when everyone was separating from Quartzsite, but I have a terrible memory and those amazing sights have abandoned my personal gray matter.
I remember something about an Island which I think was hit by a hurricane or something later in the year. I remember the (I think San Antonio) Walk... it's all just a blur, there is so much to this vast country and it is utilized and has been for decades. Canada is just vast and empty by comparison. We're here and I want to make the best of it.
For several years I'VE noticed some kind of anxiety issue. I blame my mother but that's another story. I worry too much basically. Will there be a bridge we can't get under? What if we can't turn around? Stupid things really... like we couldn't stop before a bridge, and our rig is a whopper at 28 feet so turning is never an issue. My father side of me (logical) know all of this but there's that nagging in the background that would drive a lesser woman to drink.
Instead it's driving Brad to drink (not literally). It's very annoying actually - not just to him, to me also. What if we pull into some boondocking spot and the ground is too soft to carry the weight? See what I mean? Stupid. Relatively. 1st World problems - like seriously Kate get a grip! My poor children... what it must have been like... (no comments from the peanut gallery, Travis!)
Okay so I'm getting a little Dr. Phil on myself here, sorry...
I don't jump out of perfectly good airplanes, I don't trust a rope to hold my weight if I jump off a bridge or climb steep mountains in a Jeep, I just don't understand why anyone would. I know people do and I know they survive and all that. Sometimes I can do something not quite so bold, like perhaps the Jeep ride but it helps if I do things incrementally... like the old 'the cat's on the roof' thing... build up to it and I can do anything.
Back in our sticks and bricks we lived literally on the Atlantic Ocean and it was great. We got a small motor boat and life jackets and off we went to tour around. Brad was a little 'heavy' with the throttle and the steering wheel and it freaked me out. I might have gone out once or twice after that but it really ruined the whole idea for me. We lived there for 7 years! Maybe it's a control thing? Maybe I'm just a nutter? The reason behind it, to me at least, is mute.
The point is that making a move to something unknown is definitely unsettling to me. Yes, I know I live in an RV! So I must be a nutter, right?! Agreed. I'm a nutter, but I'm a cute nutter! It's a curse but no matter what I do, I'm always still cute LOL
Many years ago I had a boyfriend who drove semi. He was adamant that I couldn't because it was 'a man's job' (at that time there were very few women doing it in Canada). WELL, Kiss my a**!! I went and got my 1A license and I was the second woman in the west I was told at the time. I met the other woman once, that was nice but she was about 60 and I was around 25. I wore short dresses and heels, yes indeedie I did!! (Don't tell my Father!) I rarely had to crank the dolly legs myself in the cold Canadian Prairie weather. It was great, but I digress...
The point is I can do anything I put my mind to but freak me out and forget it. So I don't want to make a wrong move I guess is what I'm saying. I don't want to freak myself out.
Brad just found a place in New Mexico he wants to check out called Angel Fire State Park, I have no idea what that is or why he's so intrigued by it... Google here I come.
For the record, once I get familiar with how this lifestyle works there will be no stopping us. We'll be going 'stealth' in our 28' motorhome in downtown New York!!! LOL I'm a no holds barred kind of girl once I know what I'm talking about, I just have to know what I'm talking about and right now -- I don't. The best solution for that to a girl who likes to learn from other's mistakes..... spend time with others and learn their mistakes.