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Published on January 13, 2016, by admin in Adventure.

In the place where I’m parked there are several pretty, young ladies all around me. Someone said I should try to hook up with one of them, but I’m afraid I would have better luck winning the billion dollar Power Ball lottery than that ever happening. However, if I was to win the lottery, it might not be too difficult to find one that would have me.

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I’m still at the RTR hanging out until after the big tent show. I have attended some of the seminars here at the gathering, and while I can say that I have not learned anything new, it is fun to go and listen anyway. Today’s talk was on going to Algodones for dental, vision, and medicines, and it is good to hear people talk about positive experiences while there. I probably will attend the talk by a BLM Ranger tomorrow and one about boondocking on Friday. The Big Tent show starts Saturday and I will head south to Yuma after that.

I guess everyone knows that my refrigerator stopped working. My options were to drive back to Phoenix and try to get it fixed, go without a fridge, or figure out a temporary fix. I decided to buy a small portable compressor fridge that would let me get by for a while and also be a backup in case this happens again. My luck with this gas refrigerator has not been good.

Yesterday, while running to town to pick up the new fridge at a store that accepts Amazon deliveries, I lost the ramp to my motorcycle loader. If you change your routine while packing up, you will undoubtedly forget something. I left the motorcycle here when I went to town and forgot to tighten the clamps that hold the ramp on. I drove up and down the road twice once I realized it was gone but to no avail. This morning I walked past the neighbors camp and there it was laying by his trailer. I guess he thought finders keepers.

I think one reason the people camping out here have so many dogs is for warmth at night. With the clear, cloudless sky, it gets down close to freezing every night and I’ve heard some say they have to snuggle with their dogs. Once the sun breaks over the hill, though, it warms up fast. By noon or sometimes earlier I can get out on the motorcycle for trips into town. All this sun is giving me good charge with my solar, too.

These van dwellers bring back a lot of memories of my time traveling in a van. Life was sometimes simpler then, and I could go places and do things I can’t in my class C, but I wouldn’t want to go back to stooping over all the time, not being able to take a shower, and digging cat-holes in the woods. I guess I’ve gotten soft.