2-23-99 Tuesday The BLM campgrounds at Quartzsite are still active. Many, many snowbirds and other long term campers are enjoying the great weather and peaceful, quiet, lazy days. One would not think it was deserted out here unless one had experienced the furor of two weeks ago. There are still hundreds of rigs parked helter-skelter all over the four LTVA grounds and more in the 14 day limit areas. What a place. There is no other like it. Quartzsite, the town, is peaceful. Vendors have for the most part packed their wares and moved on. The ones that remain are either permanent residents or vendors who are headed somewhere with no hurry in their schedule. Someone said there are famous boat races at Lake Havasu this weekend, so a lot of vendors probably went there. Resident merchants are catching their breath, straightening up their stores, laying off their extra employees and looking forward to a beautiful desert spring followed by summer's heat that some feel worthy of Hell while others say... 'Hey, you get used to it!' I don't think so. But those that stay hibernate inside like bears in the wintertime.
Activity: Campfire.
It was really wonderful to have the campfire. Another great first. And as Harold says, you wouldn't get to tellin' the great stories if there was no fire to gaze into.
2-25-99 Thursday Activity: Departure Day Before we departed I returned Harold Drummond's RV poem to him and took a picture of he and Marie... and their rig. When we were ready to pull out I drove the rig to the dump station and then to the water faucets for practice. Then we headed north to Quartzsite and west to Blythe, CA. The wind was picking up as we traveled. In Blythe we stopped at the Employment Development Department. They said I would have to have my last employer's name, address, zip and phone number. I told the woman I'd have to go home and get it. She said, "How far away is your house?" I said (pointing out the front door) "Right there in your parking lot." (Some folks have difficulty in grasping the concept of full-timing.) Next stop was Albertsons which appears to be the only large grocery store in Blythe. It is a really nice one and had just about everything we needed and more. We got a couple of chef's salads and ate them for lunch after putting the food away. Nothing like taking your house to the store along. Back on the ten freeway we head west again, gradually gaining altitude. Obvious agriculture diminished into what appeared to be 'tumbleweed farms' with mountains all around the horizon. The desert between Blythe and Desert Center looks more like 'real' desert, in contrast with high desert as in Antelope Valley or the desert around Quartzsite and the Parker Strip. The wind blows sand into small piles and those stair-step ridges form on the piles. The sand is the color always depicted as desert in the movies although it is not in huge, higher-than-building heaps as in Death Valley or the Sahara. It may have been like that in Quartzsite once upon a time, but I think it all blew away to leave the nice rock surface for people to park on. As we progressed along we could see a zeppelin up ahead and wondered if it was the one we had seen in Arizona. It didn't seem to be moving and we thought it might be tethered, but as we got nearer it was obvious it was not. The wind over the pass was quite strong at that point and the zeppelin seemed to be suspended there in the air unable to go further.
With permission from the restaurant manager we dry camped in the desert behind the Patton Museum... except for the traffic passing on the Ten Freeway it was quiet... just us and a dozen old rusting tanks with their memories. Television reception was non-existent.. but, hey, the price was right... $0. 2-26-99 Friday
Admission was $4 for adults, $3 for seniors. You could look around the entrance room for free. An inept volunteer at the admission/gift register did her best to confuse everyone. The museum is interesting with mementos from all wars but mostly WW II. An interesting, informative 26 minute video tells the story of the Patton Training grounds that spread over southern California, Nevada and Arizona. Patton recognized the need to train our military to fight in the desert and this place was perfect. I was particularly fascinated with the shell art display. Soldiers, with noting to do in foxholes, etc., took the empty shell casings and forged them into vases and other containers and hammered and etched designs into them; polished them up to nice shining brass.. Amazing.
On the west side of Parker Strip by Parker Dam we had seen the start of the aqueduct where the water leaves the Colorado River and heads into California, so it was fun to see just where the pipes went from there. The Colorado River Aqueduct runs through what became Patton's huge desert training facility established shortly after the United States was drawn into World War II. When Patton needed water for his men he tapped into the aqueduct. He sent a party to the water district in Los Angeles to seek permission to tap it and they were told the paperwork would take a while. The emissaries told the water district to do whatever they had to do because Patton had already tapped in, and if there was a problem to let them know. (Forgiveness is often easier to obtain than permission.) I stopped at the gift counter on the way out of the museum to get a pin, for Pinney, my travel-pin teddybear. I overheard the volunteer tell a woman inquiring if it was possible to reach 29 Palms by crossing through Joshua Tree National Forest as was indicated on a map she had. The volunteer told her no, that it was no longer possible because roads had all been washed out by flash flooding. This turned out to be misinformation. That was the road we had planned to pull our house over. We headed that way anyway and the roads were good. Better than a lot we had traveled over elsewhere. |
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