7½ years on the road, 2½ years off the road? [put arms to the sides, palms up, and pretend to compare weight of both]. . . things are still skewed in Westy's favor.
After seeing all those hats and all those bundled up peeps in
Which got me thinking, of course, about our years of Westy camping in the desert again.
We've had years and years of camping in the desert, ol' Westy and ol' Mistah and I . . .
Plus it's a real challenge, moving one's perishables around the Westy all day long, trying to cop the one inch of shade that will keep them from burning up. It's fun!
We camped down in Mexico's Baja Peninsula one winter, where it's desert and ocean.
|I'd add more Saguaro cactus -- I will add more Saguaro cactus, next time -- but today it's all about the Desert and the Westy
And, of course, the gorgeous Chihuahuan (which is really fun to say, if you pronounce your Spanish festively), where our beloved Fort Davis lies:
|Oh, Fort Davis.
Our favorite desert by a mile, though, is the Anza-Borrego. The Anza-Borrego desert is all state park -- California's biggest -- and is actually in San Diego county. It's 100 miles, door-to-door, from there to Jacquie's house. But it feels not only like another county, like another state, like another country, but like another planet.