A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Angela and Dresy

Reader Polly commented that it would be nice to have a picture of Angela and Dresy on the previous post Fly Away.  Yes it would.  I wasn't thinking.  It's nice to have you readers helping me out.

This was taken in Dallas, Texas while they were there taking care of business 
before hitting the road again.  Dresy is old but he tolerates Beans quite well.
 She's eventually figured it out that Dresy has no interest in playing and leaves him alone.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Fly Away

These photos were taken by my traveling friend Angela.

We traveled together some last year.  
You may remember the post about the mouse extermination from her van
while in Idaho.  She's had no more mice since then.  Well, maybe one.

We met up again here at Quartzite, camped together for two weeks,
and now our 14-day time limit is up and we must move on.

Angela and her cat Dresy are going north while Beans and I head east.

That is just one of many enjoyments about traveling the roads.  
You meet like-minded people, make new friends and eventually your trails cross again.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Tiny House For Sale

No one was around so that I could ask about their tiny house they built.  Perhaps it turned out too tiny.  That is a propane hot water heater to the left of the door and probably an air conditioner above it.  They have it blocked off for the winter.

On the other side is the inlet to fill a water tank and under the house I see an outlet for dumping black and grey water so it must have a toilet and sink.  The green tent is your shower.  On the roof I can just make out at least one solar panel for electricity.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Compass Creation

If I thought I had a bunch of spare time to sit around and make hiking sticks, 
imagine the time involved to create this.  

Well I suppose I have the time, just not the initiative.

I think some pre-planning was involved here
as they brought some sea shells to the desert.

Friday, February 16, 2018

Hiking Sticks

I have lots of free time while waiting for the rest of the country to warm up so I made some hiking sticks.  For something different this time I used the ribs of a dead Saguaro cactus.  They are always very straight which would be ideal for a hiking or walking stick or so I thought.  In the process of making them I discovered that they are not that dense of a wood and I was unable to get all of the stick smooth.  Lesson learned and I'll probably not try Saguaro again.  The stick on the right is of the Palo Verde tree which you can see has hardly no straight parts to it at all.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Bird Nest

High up in a mesquite tree was this clump of twigs.

A peek inside confirmed it was an abandoned bird nest.

Other parts of the country continue to be too cold to consider moving on so here we sit and wait...
all the while cooking and eating more cornbread.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Zeekie - Good Boy

A couple of days later Beans and I found another grave. 
This time there was no doubt, it was someone's beloved pet laid to rest at camp in the desert.

I believe I had said this in the past about your pet dying while away from home during the winter months;  that day when it is time to return home, you get in your vehicle, start the engine and drive away leaving your pet behind, alone, buried in the desert.  It has to be terrible thinking you have done your grieving only to have it resurface all over again.  

I suspect Zeekie died in these past few months because the green candle sitting at an angle in the back would have had the wax melted over to one side due to the high summer heat here.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Another Desert Grave

Beans and I found another one of those graves.  It is either the final resting place of someone's beloved pet who died while out here on vacation, or it is a fake grave.  I'm calling fake on this one as there was no marker with a name or date.  After all, wouldn't you leave some identifying piece of information?  I think someone with a lot of time to kill (and there is a lot of that out here in the desert) just made a project of creating a grave near camp only this person got carried away with it.
Beans thinks otherwise and is connecting with the spirit of the deceased cat or dog. 

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Two More

A couple more RV decorating photos were found on my camera card 
and overlooked for the previous "Decorations"posting.

Not that I would want this on my RV but if a choice had to be made between this and what the RV manufacturing companies put out on their products, all those gaudy swirls and curls,  I'd take this paint scheme without a second thought.

It must have been enjoyable drinking all those beverages in order to create this.
It was on the side of a VW bus, naturally.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Beans and the Flute

I have Beans trained.  Or Beans has me trained.  Its all about how you look at it.  When I am sitting at the table she will stand on her hind legs and gently tap my arm with her paw.  That is her way of telling me she wants some food.  Early on she did this once so I reinforced it by waiting until she gave me the tap before immediately stopping whatever I was doing to feed her.  It is a system that has worked out very well and there is no meowing.

Now I have this Native American flute that was gifted to me.  I've done the finish to it and am learning how to play it.  When I start playing Beans will come over and give me the tap.  Either the flute music is making her hungry or she's telling me please don't do that Dad.  I'm thinking it is the latter because when I stop playing she goes back to whatever she was doing - sleeping, looking out the window, playing with a toy, but not going to her food dish.  So I have to play the flute outside.

I guess this settles the initial question.  Beans has me trained.

Friday, February 2, 2018

The Phoenix

One day returning to home after a walk around the RTR camp I came across this big RV just parked in the middle of the road, engine running and no one around.  What little traffic there was had to drive around over the rough terrain.  What the heck?  
I walked over to ask the folks sitting outside their trailer watching the show in their front yard.

They said the people just left it there while walking ahead on foot to see if there was a camp site to their liking. They thought it was hilarious so I stayed too to see how this was going to turn out, plus I wanted to see what these inconsiderate people looked like.  During the time I got to know the couple (he in the white t-shirt and she sitting) who were from Florida.  They were a crack-up.  So fun.

The trailer is a 1970 Holiday Rambler.  They paid $400 for it and almost ended up dragging it the 35 miles to their home as rubber was flying off the tires.  It made it.  They completely tore out the insides to bare sticks and through it all away.

                     The outside was completely redone to look as it did when new 48 years ago.

She being an interior design person guided the build inside like a tiny house rather than a trailer.

They did all the work themselves.

He told me they've been offered $100,000 for the trailer. "No thanks!"

I think if the RV industry would build their products 
along this line of thinking they would be great sellers.

The people came back to their big $250,000 plus Class A coach and drove off like it was no big deal leaving it parked in the middle of the road.  If you can afford to own and drive a vehicle that gets 6 miles to the gallon then I guess you can feel entitled to park it anywhere you please.

A side note:  I've just discovered why sometimes the photos on these posts are blurry.  If I upload more than one photo at a time to the blog over weak cell connections they are blurry.  I am sorry for some of the past post's blurry photos.  It won't happen anymore.  From now on you will be able to enjoy my fabulous photographic images as they were originally captured.   

Wednesday, January 31, 2018


Some of the signs, decorations, graphics or whatever you want to call them I saw on RV's.

Not one I would ever have!  No way!

This one is nice.

Just what a caterpillar caregiver is I am not so sure.

 He applied the old covered wagon name of the pioneers to his van.

A way for him to make a few dollars while on the road.
There were no vending or sales of any kind allowed at the RTR on BLM land
 hence the handwritten sign.

 But that didn't stop this couple any.

A hand knitted spare tire cover.  
Practical, maybe not but very colorful and pretty all the same.

Finally this.

Monday, January 29, 2018

RTR Final Days

The Rubber Tramp Rendezvous concluded at the end of last week and new for this year they tacked on three days extra for women only meetings and seminars.  Information was given and shared as how to feel safe living the life of a nomad, easier and better ways of personal hygiene, how to get by with mechanical mishaps, how not to be taken advantage of by repair shops and car dealers and more.  That last one is one that really bothers me as I've heard many of story about unneeded repairs being made just because the customer was a single female and didn't know any better than what was being told and shown to them with their vehicle.

Beans wants the RTR to be over so we will move away from all the hustle and bustle and she can once again go outside to hunt lizards.

I don't do camp fires.  Usually it is too cold outside for me by then plus I'd rather be inside reading my book.  But on the last night I joined my neighbors for a fire and it was nice I have to admit.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

The Traveling Church

One day I was wandering around and came across what once was a delivery truck now converted to a camper of sorts.  I was taken by the elaborate decoration at the rear.  There appeared no one home so I moved on next door.  There the neighbors asked if I had seen anyone there as they hadn't since the truck pulled in early that morning.  When I said I hadn't one of the ladies suggested we all go over and see if we could roust someone.  And with that we all walked back over and said "Hello inside".
This guy came out.  He was very nice and invited us in to look around and so we did.  Now I hadn't noticed the cross in the bead work of the door until just now when I was working on this post.  
That would have been a clue as to just what we had gotten ourselves into.

He pointed out how he had used pie tins and glass pie dishes for the port hole windows from a thrift store.  I thought that quite clever.

He then directed our attention to the use of willow branches in the ceiling.

At this point he launched into his sermon using an arrangement of plumbing pipe fittings to demonstrate how...well, I'm not so sure as I wasn't paying too much attention.  See, I was thinking of other things like here is another fine mess I have gotten myself into and just how long is this going to go on for before I can make a quick but respectable escape.  Having the other five in there with me helped as they were very kind in nodding their heads in understanding, misdirecting his attention from the one lone individual standing (me) with this deer in the headlights look about him.

It bothered me all day long as to who this guy reminded me of in appearance.  Finally it came to me, my barber who I went to for many years.  At any rate, I/we learned nothing more as to how he lived in this truck or of any of the features it may have had.  Also I didn't learn anything from his sermon but I did learn to be aware of a converted U-Haul truck with these words on the sides.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

The Labyrinth

This is very near camp just on the other side of the wash.  Someone went through a lot of effort to create this and had a lot of time or nothing else to do.  This even shows up on Goggle Earth images.

I thought about walking it but was afraid I'd get lost and would not be able to find my way out.
I went back to camp instead.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

A Classic Camper Van

This old high-top Dodge camper van was old enough to qualify in having "Historical Vehicle" license plates.  That is evidently what they call them in Arizona.

The owner obliviously is operating on a low budget.  Cardboard to cover the tires from the sun's rays but at least he was able to afford a solar panel which is serving double duty in not only keeping his battery charged but functioning as the second tire cover.  

 I always enjoy seeing the classic camper vehicles still on the road serving their owner.  Original paint scheme and wheel covers, nice.  No need for fancy levelers when several 2x6's can do the job.

And when a part breaks or goes missing you make-do and be resourceful with a cottage cheese container cover.  The wires going inside are from the solar panel so he may have had to remove what was there for the connectors to go inside to the battery.  But it works.