Once we leave Fortuna Pond we head north toward Q. Things are going to start getting crowded once Christmas is over and I am not interested this year about fighting the crowds. Not even sure I want to attend the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous (RTR) as it gets bigger and bigger every year and the information dispensed is pretty much the same: How to boondock, how to care for the land, tips and tricks on living in small spaces, and traveling full time.
I drive right through Q and continue north on Hwy 95. At the Bouse shortcut road, La Plomosa Rd, we head east and into town where I purchase some food items, get water and ice with the general plan of staying out in the desert over Christmas. I do come back into town for the Bouse Geneies’ meeting and spend a lovely morning and early afternoon with the group of genealogy buffs. The Chiweenie Brothers enjoy off-leash dog park time.
And there are always pretty rocks to be found. More, I think here, than near Quartzsite where everything seems to be picked over.
At least that’s how I think one would spell the sound of the tiny ratchet wrench the implant doctor uses to set the molly screw-like pins into my lower jaw after drilling two tiny holes. Once that’s completed Dr. Cochran sets my crowns. It’s interesting that the zirconium, unlike porcelain crowns, are adjusted by grinding off the top rather than removing the crown and taking off product from the bottom, putting the crown back on and removing again if it isn’t right. This process goes so much faster. And, according to Dennis (the dentist) I can now chew nails! ;-).
Richy takes me over to the pharmacy and I get antibiotics, pain killers, some ibuprofen, and a bacteria killing mouth rinse. All that is left is to return next fall to have the crowns put on the then healed bone. If it weren’t so dang hot here in June they could do it then as the bone will have filled in and anchored the screw within six months, but it is too hot and The Chiweenie Brothers can’t be left in MisAdventure in June!
Leaving Los Algodones, the boys and I head back north with a friend we met in Q and ran into at the dog park in Yuma. Ann has two pups and is living in her Rialto. She’s from Nebraska (and a very interesting person if I can get her to let me post about it!) and never wants to go back. She wanted to cross the border with us, so now we are headed to Fortuna Pond where she will catch up with us there after she resupplies.
Fortuna Pond is on BLM land and is a small fishing pond for locals. It’s a bit tropical looking with sunny spots on the north side and shady spots on the south side, a few palm trees, and lots of green reeds. Guess which side we choose? *smile*
As we are walking around the pond and pass a passenger van I hear, “Shawna, is that you?” What the heck? A small woman with short black hair and a wiry little tan colored dog walks around the front of her van, extends her hand, and introduces herself as Sherry.
“Sherry! I know you! Through the blog! How nice to meet you in person!” I tell her. It always astounds me to cross paths with a reader. It will be fun to get to know her.
Love this camping spot! I will be back before this winter is over.