Winding up 3 weeks at the Q.
As you can see, the skies have been rainy and overcast. A concern for us solar-power types. Even so, my batteries are chugging along nicely.
Yesterday evening, just at sunset, the cliffs lit up in a magnificent fiery display.
The Lazy Daze folks have moved on. Here is one of the last happy hours.
Jeanne, Barbara, and I are the only ones left in this patch of the desert.
On Friday, I returned to a soggy Tyson Wells. Q stands for Quiet here, as it's oddly so these days since the Big Tent pulled up stakes. But there are still plenty of shiny objects for sale, like these rocks in captivity.
Outside of the Roadrunner Market, we spotted this outrageously odd pair. We think they might be dogs.
Yesterday, Sassy invited the 3 of us over to her place in a different part of the LTVA for pie and ice cream!
Kim and Jeanne discuss - what else? - black tanks
Sassy and Barbara in deep conversation. Probably about black tanks.
I’ve completely enjoyed this entire 3 weeks, camped in one place. And I've learned a lot about the fine art of staying put.
But I’m restless now and ready to move on.