Winter Journey – Back to BLM – February 2017

Sunday February 19th – We are grateful for the stay at the Walmart parking lot during the rain, but today we pack up and head back to the BLM area north of Joshua Tree. This time we go in on a better road and find a spot that is higher ground with some gravel. I am still not thrilled with it, but it is better than the first spot. It is not as trashy, so easier to clean up around our spot, and there is a creosote bush – something green and alive.

Back in the BLM land, but a slightly different area than before

I make a firepit by digging a shallow wide hole in the sand. Becka calls and while we talk, I walk down the road to the nearest houses, trying to figure out which house she and Mike lived in. My quiet-time today is a late afternoon walk, picking up trash across the desert and salvaging what I can for a campfire.

Blazer and Terry in the desert north of Joshua Tree

 My request to Higher Self: rather than being discontent when a great campsite is not available, be content and joyful no matter where we end up parking.

A creosote bush – alive and green – makes the desert more welcoming to me

Monday February 20th – Coolish morning, perfect for a campfire in the sand firepit.

Campfire and journal time

The neighbor, John, comes over, as he is interested in our solar panel. We visit a bit, and he will come back later to talk to Clifford. I make a pot of tea and write in my journal before getting on with the day. Sunny, so laptop is charged and I am able to do some editing today.

Play cello outside for a bit, but the wind comes up, so the session is short-lived. I cannot deal with the stand blowing over and music spilling all over.

Desert Cello

Later John comes over again to talk to Clifford. They have a good conversation, as he is also a scientist and they have similar veins of knowledge and experience. Although this BLM land is not that scenic to me, at least I feel peaceful being here.

Tuesday February 21st – Beautiful sunrise and I am doing my job per the birthday poem by Mary Oliver: I stand still, being astonished, loving the world, and feeling more connection to this rather barren land.

A rich sunrise, with vibrant red touching the clouds
A few minutes later the colors begin to mellow, less red, more orange.
And finally, much softer orange and yellow swirls of color
To the west, pretty pink lights up the mountain range between here and Los Angles.

I make a campfire and John comes over to visit and enjoy the campfire with me.

A campfire warms the chill morning air as the sun clears the horizon and melts the frost

Today Clifford and I have to make another trip to Yucca Valley, this time to get propane and water in preparation for our moving on. We go the Joshua Tree Saloon for lunch – Becka’s recommendation –and I browse the sweet gift shop next door, buying a few small gifts there.

Joshua Tree Saloon – looks like it has been here awhile
Lunch at the Joshua Tree Saloon
A neat gift shop

We go to the post office and pick all the mail that has been sent to us: our mail from a Wallace, a Quartzfest T-shirt for Clifford, and a backup battery for my laptop. Back at camp, John comes over with his son to talk to Clifford. I want to play cello, but again it is too windy.

Later, as the sun sets, the wind dies down – too late for cello, but I have a little campfire and sit out to write in the journal before going in to begin sorting six-weeks worth of mail.

Last campfire in the desert

2 thoughts on “Winter Journey – Back to BLM – February 2017

  1. Hello Carol,

    …”Desert Cello” is now (by far) my favorite Cello image!

    …and, summoning your “Higher Self”: Yes!

    “Keepers,”
    Daryl

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