Wickenburg Dog Park

We head out of town and make a mandatory stop at the Wickenburg Dog Park located next to the airport.  The boys begin their chorus of “We’re here! We’re here!” the second they spy the large fenced enclosure and three other canine soon-to-be-friends inside.  They’re such a handful right now that I forget to take my camera in with us. This happens often as this is their usual response once they realize where we are.  The Chiweenie Brothers love their dog park time!

The park consists of a very large dirt area with bag dispensers everywhere along the fence.  A large covered area with chairs and a table are right by the entrance with a couple of tables and chairs under sparse shade trees in two different areas toward the middle.  There is a nice small area for smaller dogs (?) with a big ring of padded wrought iron chairs for group chat sessions I guess.  The bag holders are obvious. They do not want you to forget even if you are deep in conversation.



The three pooches here already are not too interested in romping with the boys so The Chiweenie Brothers romp and play together charging, play biting, tackling, and what seems to be a game of tag. Charlie tires and sits for a spell while I throw the ball for Fries.  That boy’s energy level never seems to drop!

When Fries finally quits wanting to retrieve the ball and I can tell Charlie has had enough I leash the boys and gather our poopy bags for depositing in the trash on our way out. 

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The Chiweenie Brothers would also like to provide this Public Service Announcement:

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Bark, woof, wag!  The Chiweenie Brothers   





Hello Wickenburg

On Sunday, March 18th, the wind has blessedly died down. I am more than ready to travel on, and we leave Bouse heading out on Hwy 72, catching Hwy 60 east to Wickenburg. It’s about an 80 mile drive.

Arriving in Wickenburg around noon I am a bit surprised on how much this little town has grown since I was first here 20 years ago.  It has an “old west” historical section and the newer parts of town have a southwestern theme. It appears businesses are required by county council or whoever the powers-that-be are to build and keep this theme. 

I get the feeling they do not like visitors, however, as their parking lots are teeny tiny and there is no way you can get a big motorhome, or even a travel trailer in some of the lots. Traffic is horrendous,  and there was no way to park and take photos. The Chiweenie Brothers see their first mule, with rider on its back, and of course go nuts.  This sets the tone for the day. *Sigh*.  

Despite all that I have the nearby BLM boondocking area in my GPS and we follow it’s instructions to Blue Tank Road that leads to Sophie’s Flat.  


We didn’t go all the way in to Sophie’s Flat as the road, while graded and wide enough for vehicles to pass each other, has some wicked steep down/up grades.  We find a spot alongside the road which in hindsight made me think perhaps I SHOULD have gone on, but we stayed two days and left.

The ATVs were numerous and not many would slow down going past people camped . It IS a pretty area though with a wide variety of cacti and other desert plants:  Ocotillo, barrel, cholla, paddle cactus (beaver tail), and the stately saguaro.  There were others, but I simply can’t think of them as I write this.

The boys enjoy the sunshine, and Charlie keeps an eye on the greasewood bushes lest one of those dang lizards tries to attack!


Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna







We Leave Q

The Quartzsite, AZ Post Office is famous. Famous for the worst customer service and loss of mail in the state. Heck, probably the entire United States.  No one ever seems to have a good experience there, not even the locals.

Why I am including this?  Because my forwarded mail took over TWO WEEKS to get to Quartzsite.  Stuck in Phoenix I am told.  Oh, they’re down a sorting machine someone else tells me.  What really happened is they SENT IT BACK TO SOUTH DAKOTA!!  I have tax documents in that envelope and am chomping at the bit. It is being sent to Q again.  The weather has turned hot (although it was brief, it was extremely uncomfortable), and I am ready to roll north, but we must wait.

On March 12th  I am prepared to say goodbye to Q.  The mail should only take two days as it was sent 2-day priority. It’s been three.  I have done all the mundane, weekly chores of emptying the porta potty, replenishing our ice, filling our water jugs, and buying a few days’ worth of groceries.  This round calls for checking tire pressure on Freedom and checking her oil.  We’re good to go, and I head to the P.O.  And no mail for me.  *SIGH*. 

We head back out to Hi Jolly, our boondocking camp just north of town.  I don’t set up any kind of camp, just park where, thankfully, no one  has snagged our shady spot, and debate getting into my witch costume and calling in the flying monkeys ….

Instead I connect to the internet and check the tracking of my mail. It shows  THE MAIL HAS ARRIVED!! — but it came in or wasn’t processed until AFTER the post office’s time slot, between noon and 1:00 p.m., for handing over the general delivery stuff. *SIGH*.  I’m practicing patience, I really am, because I reconsider the costume and calling in the  flying monkeys and I don’t make it happen. 

Tuesday the 13th I am up early wiping down the van trying to remove a bit of the dust, and am blessed with a gorgeous sunrise. It’s breathtaking. I never tire of them.

We head to the dog park and the boys get in an hour or so of off-leash fun. It was a nice opportunity to say another goodbye to friends here. Lo and behold the mail is actually at the post office, and we head east to Bouse. 

Intending to stay only a day or two, cooler weather drops in and the veggie truck will appear in town on Thursday.  I make the executive decision to stay until then.  The co-pilots agree as that means Bouse Dog Park time for them.  It’s one of their favorite parks because they usually have it all to themselves.  


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I find a wonderful spot a few miles out of town under a huge ironwood tree providing lots of shade. On Thursday we head to town for a visit to the truck that brings wonderful fresh vegetables to this little town every week on Thursday and Friday.  Prices are very reasonable. I purchase a huge bunch of tender first-crop asparagus, 2 pounds of organic strawberries, a pint of huge yummy looking blackberries, and two avocadoes for $6. Dang, I wish I had bought more.  Those berries were gone in a flash.

My intention was to leave after our fruit and vegetable purchase, but the night before the wind kicked up; strong, insistent wind. It  continues to blow for three days, and looks like it will blow for at least two, maybe three more days. I don’t like driving in the wind so we’re staying put through the weekend.

Thursday evening, the wind continuing to howl, I notice buzzards trying to find a port in the storm.  The best shots of them trying to land in the wind didn’t come out at all, and these aren’t much better, but ….


At one point in our stay I am delighted with this lovely, soft sunset.  I never tire of the gorgeous morning and evening displays and will miss them as we travel north; or perhaps they will be just a beautiful!

Our hot spell broken with the arrival of the wind the boys try to stay warm.  Fries in his bed with his blanket and Charlie choosing the dashboard with the sunshine pouring through itDSC_0086



Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna

CURRENT READ: The Practice House by Laura McNeal

“The life you’ve had doesn’t have to be the only life you have” — Anna Quindlen




Bits and Pieces

Ever thought of each day, each month as a gift to be treasured?  Savor each and every day, every month for the gift it is meant to be.

Some things I don’t post on the blog because they are just isolated events, interesting at the moment but not worthy of a blog post, something that happens out of the blue, or just doesn’t fit in anywhere else. Spending time in one area for the 14 day limit sometimes—a lot of times—means daily walks in the desert is the most exciting thing that happens.  Not that it isn’t lovely and there aren’t things to appreciate and be thankful for, but they are more personal, less photo worthy, or things that you probably aren’t interested in. Here’s a mishmash of things that were a part of our stay this winter in the deserts of  Southwest Arizona and California but didn’t fit in anywhere else.

Seen over our camp off Plomosa Road several times during our stay …

sail planeLittle bitty Fries felt terrorized even though it was a friendly bird, waving as it glided by. He wanted back inside our home where he felt safe and could scold this strange intruder by barking his head off.  Of course, Charlie chimed in, too.

Sitting outdoors enjoying the view of the Plomosa Mountains one late afternoon I spied what looked to me like the head of a lioness, looking fierce and perhaps ready to pounce. I showed her just a couple of posts ago, but I love this photo and wanted to include it again. Perhaps you will spot her this time around. It’s just her head looking off  into the distance. Look first for her eye; her nose and mouth are on the left, center of the photo.

Big Cat in mountain

Another glorious sunrise from our camp

One afternoon, wanting to feel water running over my body instead of the old fashioned and usual way of keeping clean by bathing piecemeal inside the van I went into town and stopped at Herb’s Hardware. I purchased PVC pipe and had it cut to length so I could make a frame to hang two shower curtains. Snugged up against the van’s doors and utilizing a battery powered shower head that draws water from a bucket I had my shower.  Easy to put up, take down, and store.  Now that felt wonderful!

Shower Stall

Many afternoons are spent perusing maps, dreaming, and planning. I love the winter warmth of the desert, but it will soon be time to move on as the desert temperatures rise and drive us out.  Plans have been made to head north, soon, in search of cooler weather.

Where will we end up spending the summer? All that is known as of this moment is that we will head north. I doubt we will spend the entire summer in one place, and the possibilities are endless.  The lure of seeing places I have never been to and always wanted to see are energizing!  The feet are getting itchy.

“Shhhh!”, she whispers gently with index finger resting against her lips. “You will know soon enough. Winter is ending; it’s time to move on.”

Thank you for coming along on our adventures. Hugs from me and The Chiweenie Brothers!

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams





Interesting People

I have met some interesting and fascinating people on this adventure.

Jim Donahue.

Jim D closeup Jim is a retired construction worker from New England. He left the northeast in his Ford van last summer and set out to see the US.  He has walked the entire Appalachian Trail from it’s beginning in Georgia to it’s ending in his home state of Maine.

He survived and thrived after a devastating brain aneurysm that should have killed him, and became a self-taught, accomplished photographer with a unique perspective taking the ordinary and making it extraordinary.

Jeannette Johnson.

DSC_0018    Jeannette travels the country in her small SUV pulling a darling teardrop trailer her adorable traveling companion, Snickers, along for the ride. We didn’t get to talk much as she was off on another adventure once she had a vehicle repair done, but I did learn that Jeannette is an avid hiker. She didn’t get into hiking until she was 60 years of age, and has been going strong for the past 10 years.  Keep on keeping on, Jeannette!  You are an inspiration

Mary Vought 

Mary, a retired lab technician from California, travels when she can in her little Prius.  She is the master packer, getting all this stuff in her small environmentally friendly vehicle.  This just blows me away!  Miss our campfire chats, Mary

Peggy        I didn’t get a photo of Peggy, darn it. Well, I did acquire a photo, but her comment left me with the distinct impression she wouldn’t have approved of it’s publication …

Talk about interesting people. Peggy, a hair dresser by trade, worked in that capacity for about 20 years, hair dresser to the stars. She worked for movie studios who came to San Francisco to shoot movie and TV pilots, and has done the hair of major stars. She has some interesting stories and observations!

She also worked for the Closet Factory learning to design not only closets, but offices, and garages. She went on the learn kitchen design and did work for referral clients and a couple of contractors.

Peggy ended up buying a barber shop working that for about 7 years before turning it into a family salon. She sold that but still works there a couple of days a week. She is also into eBay, and taking care of her aging mother. Peggy says she sounds more like a woman with ADD than someone interesting, but I totally disagree.  This woman is a go-getter, and I love her fun sense of humor.

Peggy travels when she can in her 1999 white Chevy Express van that she customized herself, of course, with her dog Dusty Rose (Roads!  haha).  Cheers to a woman of wine and fire!

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel.  Who are the interesting people you’ve met along life’s journey?  Hugs, Shawna

Hugs, Shawna

Biding our Time In Q

We’ve had a cold spell in the desert. For about a week we have had some chilly weather with a cold wind reminding us that, after all, it IS winter. A couple of recent nights it’s been a teeth chattering 36-37 degrees inside the van when morning breaks.  I take the boys for their early a.m. potty break, heat some water for coffee, then jump back under the covers and wait for the sun to warm our vome through the windshield.

I have a heater, but have never used it. I tend to just ride it out rather than artificially heat up the inside of the van, because it’s too hard to cool it back down once the day wears on. That’s been my experience around Quartzsite anyway; it may change when we leave here and head north, but we’ll take it as it comes.

Last year, by mid-March, the temps were climbing into the 80’s. That is barely tolerable when you live in a tiny home made of metal.  When it hit 85 we left and headed north toward home in Cali. We no longer live in Cali, but we will be heading north seeking cooler weather once it turns too warm here in the southern Arizona desert. That may be sooner than we expect if the chatter at the dog park is correct.

With a general idea of what route we will travel, the goal is to end up in southern Utah for a meet-up with a couple of gals I met at the RTR.  The trick is going to be timing:  Staying out of the encroaching heat, but arriving in Utah early enough to still be able to take in Arches, Zion, Bryce Canyon before they, too, become too hot.

While biding our time waiting on the weather to send us scampering to get away from the heat we spend time at the Quartzsite Dog Park, rock hound on our morning and evening walks, and I do a lot of reading. Oh, and gazing at the barren mountain ranges, in this case the Plamosa Mountains, picking out shapes.  Do you see the lioness’ head?

Big Cat in mountain

CURRENT READ:  Beneath a Scarlett Sky. This is a good read, but for some reason it is taking me much longer than normal to finish it.  Perhaps because it’s another WWII story, and you know how heart wrenching those can be.

I spent the other day going through things in the storage area behind the bed sorting, tossing, and getting together a box of stuff to take to the Salvation Army. It’s an on-going process this continuing effort to get the vome cleared out of all the extras I brought along when we started our new life’s adventure of full-time traveling.

Ever being one not to waste anything or have to replace things I had extras of and brought with us to use up,  we’ve lived kind of crowded. Regular sorting, tossing, donating is needed to keep things organized as we rid the vome of stuff.  This last batch of unneeded items that went to the Salvation Army has gotten us to a I-can-see-the-finish-line place and the quest for having just what we need and not much more than that.  The goal of eventually having a place for everything and everything in it’s place is closer! Yippee!!!


Our spot in Scaddan Wash.


The full moon on March 1, 2018

Until next time, Hugs Shawna




After getting a tooth repaired in Parker ( a simple patch on a crown, five minutes in the chair, no Novocain required, and cost me $200),  and being told I had a bottom tooth that was in dire need of a crown I made an appointment only to be told the cost would be $1500!  Not wanting to go into debt for one tooth the decision is made to head to Los Algadones, Baja California, Mexico and get the work done there. I know many people  make this part of their winter routine when coming to the desert southwest, but I have been hesitant.  Money talks and mine is shouting at me …

Next morning we drive to Bouse and the boys get in some dog park time. We spend the night at a near by boondock site, and are up early on February 16th to head south.  First breakfast, then another dog park adventure (that was the last post), then we  head toward Q via the scenic cut-off route between Bouse and Quartzsite. It’s a beautiful  20+ mile drive which I always enjoy taking.

When we reach Hwy 95 we turn left and head south. It’s about 80 miles to Yuma, and once there we spend the night in the back parking lot of the Paradise Casino.  We will cross the border tomorrow early.

The weather is perfect for the boys to be comfortable inside the van while mom searches for a dentist in Mexico. This is something I must consider when deciding to cross the border, and choosing a cooler day is paramount.

The border crossing is only a few miles from Yuma off I-8. Take exit 166 and cross over the freeway. The border is next to the Quechan Indian Reservation, and the Quechan’s make it easy for travelers to cross into Mexico by providing parking on US soil, and you can walk across. You can also stay in the dirt lot, for free, at the Quechan Casino the night before if you like.

When you’re ready to cross the border pull out onto the highway (the highway number escapes me at this moment)  turn right, and drive a couple miles to the parking lot.  It’s fenced and safe and only costs $6 for the day.  I felt very comfortable leaving The Chiweenie Brothers in the van for my time across the border.

Everything is very well marked, but you might want to take note of what row your vehicle is in. There are hundreds of parking spaces and it fills up most days.  Walk toward the buildings and look up. You will see the Mexican flag and that’s right where you want to go.   Don’t worry, you can’t get lost, but if you need a little help there will be LOTS of people going to the same place so just follow the crowd.  You will go through a turn stile and voila! You are in Mexico.

They have a sign posted as you cross over the border that no photos are allowed. Be respectful and don’t take any photos. Remember you are in a foreign country and you could get yourself into a pickle if you step out of line. Not sure just how much trouble you would get into if you did take photos, but I wasn’t going to find out!

Be prepared to be approached by people with the job of trying to get you to go to a particular dentist or vision office.  It’s legit, but if you already have someone in mind or have a recommendation, just walk on by.  There are several dentists and eye doctors on every block and at every turn all vying for your business.  Sometimes there is dental and vision sharing the same office. That’s the route I went.

If the paid “guides” become a little too persistent, there was someone there to remind them to back off.  I never felt threatened, but did feel a bit overwhelmed at it all.  I ended up asking “Victor” to help me find a dentist and he took me to his friend (hey, you can’t blame them!) but I chose not to have my work done there. I explained that I felt nervous. To Victor I said I wanted someone gentler. It was all I could think of to say. The last thing I wanted to do was offend anyone. The dentist was a large man with huge hands, and I just didn’t think he would be able to work in my mouth. Every dentist I have ever gone to has said the same thing: Don’t let anyone tell you that you have a big mouth!!

I could tell he was very disappointed, and I felt so bad. They are trying hard to provide for their families, and Los Algadones has many, many dentists all vying for the American dollar.

I apologized to Victor telling him I hoped he didn’t think I was being rude, but that I would feel better with someone a little gentler.  He took me to who is now my dentist, Dennis Cochran.  Dennis is a she, and her name is pronounced Denise.  She’s maybe 4’8″ tall, and the sweetest thing you would ever want to meet.  She made me feel comfortable right away.  Her husband, Ritchy, is the “receptionist” for her and the young eye doctor she shares an office space with.

One has to be prepared for the simple, small spaces.  There are probably some places a bit “fancier” and more like what we are used to in the states, but Dr. Cochran’s workspace is no bigger than a small narrow bathroom. She does all the work herself; there is no dental assistant. The dentists take your X-rays, put on your bib, and also do the cleanings. Need to spit?  Dr. Cochran will hold the old fashioned “funnel on a hose” for you.

She asks if I am on any medications. I tell her no. Not even aspirin?  No.  Baby aspirin is okay she tells me, as it won’t make you bleed like regular.  I just smile and shake my head. High blood pressure?  Nope.  I don’t think she believes me until she gets underway and no blood bath occurs.

Oh, and the only forms you have to fill out when you enter the office is a small paper on a small clipboard asking your name, phone number, and email address.  That’s it.  No lengthy questionnaires on your health.  Probably a real good idea to be honest about the questions the dentist asks.

My bottom back teeth are notoriously hard to get numb.  Dr. Cochran did it with one shot, and noted that the tooth next to the one I was having crowned would also need a crown soon. Would I like to have her do that one at the same time?  Yes, please. She prepped both molars and placed the temporaries. I made an appointment to have the permanent crowns set on Tuesday.  Ready in three days!

I ended up getting TWO porcelain crowns for the grand total of $280.  I also made an eye appointment with her office partner for the same day I was to come back for the crown placements, and got a pair of progressive Veralux lenses including the exam and the frames for $195.

Victor was hanging around the general area–but anyone would be happy to tell you–when I was ready to leave, and he showed me exactly which way to go to get back across the border.  A note on this: Be prepared with a passport or a driver’s license and birth certificate to get back across the border.  Mexico has open borders, the United States does not and it’s our country requiring these documents.

It used to be easy to get back in the US with just a DL and birth certificate, but soon you will have to have a passport or enhanced driver’s license to come back in. Times are changing.  Honestly I don’t think they would NOT let you back in, but could and probably will hassle you and keep you waiting.  Why deal with that aggravation? I got back in this time with my DL and birth certificate, but I will be getting my passport before next year’s trip across the border.

Lines to get back into the US can be long. They were fine on Friday for my first appointment, but I left before the afternoon rush. When I went back on Tuesday there were very strong winds and the electricity went out and wasn’t back on for well over an hour.  By the time I got my crowns seated and my glasses (in two hours!) I was thrown into the madhouse that can be the line to get back into the US in the late afternoon. It was a VERY long line, and it took me an hour and half to get through it.  I wish I had been prepared with tip money as the street musicians were out entertaining the waiting crowd.  This is how they make their living so please tip them generously.

Next year I will plan a little better, having some extra cash on hand. I want to be able to tip and do a little shopping while in Mexico.  Si?

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel!  Hugs, Shawna