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.
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 it
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna
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