The Aspect Of My Life

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Leaving Tombstone

I am leaving Tombstone tomorrow.  Finally leaving Arizona after almost five months.  Where am I going?
To The Slabs!

I have been reading about Slab City since before I became an RV owner and now the time has finally come.  Do any kind of search on The Slabs and you will find an abundance of pictures and videos.  I am so curious to explore this alternative community.  Robi ( has been there for awhile so with a guide to The Slabs, I am going in.

I am trying to prepare the best I know how for dry camping and plan to stay as long as my comfort level allows.  It is all a grand experiment and at some point along the journey I hope to blog about it.  Wish me luck!

In the meantime, if anyone can recommend an RV park in Yuma I would appreciate it.  So many parks to choose from.  I have grown accustomed to this beautiful big site in TTRV park which makes it even more of a challenge to pick a park for the night.  Maybe I will stop in Dateland and forgo Yuma......
Any suggestions??

Off again into the big UNKNOWN.
The Slabs

Friday, February 24, 2012

Hollywood In The Desert

Harold and Sue invited me to go with them to Old Tucson Studios and all I can say is....I had a blast!  These studios have been the stage for over 300 western movies and we were just some of the actors to play a part on our particular day.
I Was Put In Jail Once Again
But Things Could Have Been Worse
Or Much Worse
The Woman Gunslinger Was A Pretty Good Shot
Harold Did Make It To An Early Grave
Must Have Been Too Much Liquor  
So Sue and I Took To The Streets
Long Dusty Road
 Needed A Bath After That
Time To Get Out Of Town So I Loaded Up My Medicine Wagon

Then Changed My Mind And Decided To Take The Stagecoach    
I walked and walked, ate barbeque and ice cream, panned for gold and shot some rounds from a rifle.  Thanks Harold and Sue for such a wonderful, wonderful day!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Chasing Ernie

Every 3000 or so miles I take Minnie in for an oil and filter change.  It is a ritual event and I never know what state or city I will be in when this ritual comes around.  Because I live on the road I don't have a favored mechanic or auto shop so when the time comes around I find myself searching for a place that can accomplish this job.  I have used Camping World on occasion in different cities when they have their Spring special but it is not my preference.  This time around I noticed an ad in the RV park brochure for Ernie's auto shop and gave him a call.

Ernie's shop is in Sierra Vista, a 20 minute ride down the road, and when I spoke to him he assured me I did not need an appointment, they worked on motorhomes and the price would be $49.95.  What a deal!  Even better that I didn't need to make an appointment and could show up whenever I wanted within the next few weeks.

Yesterday felt like a good day to leave the park so I packed up Minnie and headed down the road to Sierra Vista.  I had been to Sierra Vista once before so knew where Ernie's was but still used my GPS (LOVE my new one!).  I ended up going a loooooonnnnngggg way around the block because I could not find an easy access to Ernie's and there were fences that were closed.  My second time into the parking lot a gentleman told me Ernie had moved and his shop was now down the highway.  Hmmmm.....okay, I will go to Walmart for supplies and call Ernie to get his new address.

Called Ernie, got the new address, completed my Walmart shopping and headed down the highway. 

From the picture above, you can see that Ernie's was not easy to spot from the highway.  A nondescript building with a mailbox address that matched the address Ernie gave me, but a business name of Goen's Tow-En.  Huh?????  After maneuvering Minnie around several times I got out of the cab and walked around to the back of the building.  Sure enough this was indeed Ernie's and Ernie himself greeted me and recognized my voice from the previous call.  Now, the problem was that they had only been in this new location for three days and not all of their bays were up and running.  Ernie wondered if I might come back another day or they could work on Minnie today if I could wait an hour.  So much for not needing an appointment.  I am not going to come back another day, too inconvenient, so decided to go into Tombstone one last time.  By the time I went to Tombstone and back it would take up the hour I needed to wait.  No problem and it was a beautiful day for a drive.

An hour later I was back at Ernie's.  He needed my keys so I told him I was just going to go back to Minnie to get my ipad.  When I came back a few short minutes later there was no one to be found.  What the heck happened to Ernie????  He was not in his office, not in any of the bays, not  Eventually Ernie surfaced from the bathroom, at least 5 minutes later, and took the keys.  He couldn't have waited????

But an hour and 15 minutes later Minnie was oiled and lubed, tires checked and the oil in the generator had even been changed.  The total price?  $50.00!!!!!  Ernie wasn't set up to take credit or debit cards but he could break a $100 bill for me, after several trips to the back.

It was a long and amusing day and I have never put so much energy into chasing a man.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Jail

Sporting my New Cowgirl Hat
 Priscilla has been visiting for a few days and on one of the nicer days I unhooked and took us into Tombstone.  For a town I originally didn't like that much, I grow fonder with each visit.

We must have been very bad because when we entered Big Nose Kate's Saloon for lunch we were immediately instructed to "go to The Jail".  Turns out the Jail was an enclosed area on a platform with a stunning window mural.  The elevated platform also gave us a perfect view of the live entertainment.
Nice View in the Jail
 This town with vigilante justice sent us to the Jail where we had a great lunch and enjoyed good live music.  I drank a beer with lunch and it was the kind of place where if I stayed for awhile and drank a few more beers I could easily envision myself getting rowdy and firing a few bullets into the walls.

Maybe it's the Land talking, or maybe it's my new cowgirl hat.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Holy Trinity Monastery

The thrill of a bake sale finally got me out of the park for a few hours.  I had been to the monastery in St. David's before and knew that it was a place I wanted to visit again so with the added bonus of fresh baked goods, down the road I went.
You Can't Miss the Big Cross
I love the grounds that are home to this monastery.  It feels so peaceful and serene, a walking meditation.  There are places to stop and reflect and a beautiful church dedicated to the Lady of Guadalupe.  And what do my wandering eyes spy but peacocks!  I did not notice these birds the last time I was here so was quite surprised and enchanted.  I seem to have made a real impression with one of them which stood for quite some time while I told him how beautiful he was and took endless pictures.  If it is the male's job to capture the attention of the female, mission accomplished:).
Lady of Guadalupe Chapel
My New Boyfriend
He's a Looker:)
Sweet Spot to Meditate
After St. David's I drove into Benson to replenish supplies and get gas.  On the way back to the park I thought I would stop and check out Kartchner Caverns State Park but decided against going through the park when I saw an entrance fee of $6.00.  Seriously??  Maybe another time.

It was a perfect day with the sun shining, a full tank of gas and a wide open road.   I wanted to travel for days.  I stopped by Sue and Harold's to gift them cheddar cheese/dill bread from the bake sale and we started discussing our time frames and our next destinations.  I got so excited about my next route that I know I won't be able to stay in Tombstone past the month of February.

The pull of the road is just too strong.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Don't Get Around Much Anymore

I am feeling firmly planted.  The land, sky and moon have captured me and all those places I thought I would go have not been visited.

I did get to the farmer's market last week, one of the best I have been to, but other than that I stay close to home reading, reading, reading.  With each word I read my world changes until nothing I knew before is still relevant.  Sometimes it happens that way, but this one feels to be immense in proportion.

It is all very, very good but it also means I don't get around much anymore.