Mid-week the weather turns a bit chilly; nights down into the 40s and the days barely entering the low 60s. Sixties aren’t bad, but the wind makes it feel much colder and after a decent walk the boys want back inside the van. Fries is still chilly so I close up Freedom and let the sun warm her.
After a very brief nap The Chiweenie Brothers decide it’s time to fight. Not literally, just the play fighting the dogs like to participate in with each other…. but it sure looks and sounds fierce. They take over the platform area where the passenger seat was removed to install drawers and a nice plywood top for the boys to call their own space. Round one begins!
If you can’t get ’em down one way, concentrate on one area. Fries goes for Charlie’s ear!
We’re coming to the end of our almost two weeks here. I peruse the map to plot our course to a higher elevation as it’s supposed to be in the 80s here soon. That temp deems it necessary for me to find cooler weather.
Our next camp tentatively decided on, we do a walkabout that takes us to the old pioneer cemetery (we’re camped at the newer cemetery) that is located here in the dispersed area of the old, long gone town of Congress. It’s the one spot we haven’t been to.
If you would like to know about this tiny town and the old mining town of Congress click HERE.
March’s Blue Moon rising above the Weaver Mountains and our camp.
Goodbye Congress. We will be back if we pass this way again in the future.
March 25th. The boys and I take several longs walks a day. I read, they nap. I enjoy the early evening listening to the birds and watching the clouds, they nap. I cook dinner, they’re sitting at my feet. *smile*
As much as the days are seemingly the same, each one brings something different, as does our walks.
There are many spots along the winding dirt roads where houses once sat when this old area of Congress was a bustling gold mining town. There is broken glass everywhere, probably every house had a dump site nearby. I can see where people have dug into the earth searching for old bottles and relics of Congress’ early era.
There is also evidence of much target practice or just mischief here. The old glass bottles, what are left of them, are broken further into shards and little pieces that litter the ground and make it sparkle in the sunlight. Not much of that beautiful lavender colored glass can be found, but there is a lot of the light sea foam green. This is the biggest chunk I found.
The majority of the glass is beer bottle brown and Gallo green. There is also evidence of where locals have been dumping trash, but it’s not much.
Jack rabbits are everywhere. There are lots of quail and small ground squirrels of a type I believe are Hamilton squirrels, but with the dogs I haven’t been able to get a photo of them. I spied this bird in a nearby greasewood bush that I believe is a female cardinal.
It’s a terrible shot that I had to enlarge in an attempt to identify it, and I somehow double exposed it. I learned that Northern Cardinals actually inhabit the southwest and was surprised to find this out. Have yet to see the male, but I am keeping my eyes open.
The Chiweenie Brothers thank you for coming along on our adventure.
We leave Wickenburg and head back west on Hwy 60 to catch Hwy 71 north to Congress. It’s a gorgeous day, and as I turn right to head up 71 I notice that the scenery on the left side of the road is vastly different than the right. I pull over the take some photos and Fries goes berserk when he sees something black and ominous flapping in a creosote bush.
I take care of the black plastic scary thing and commence taking photos.
Left side of this two-lane road is plowed acreage being prepped for planting.
The right side is the untouched landscape of desert and mountains.
A bit farther down the road I remember that I forgot to let the boys out for a potty break and to stretch their legs. It’s not far between Wickenburg and Congress, and in fact the tiny town of Congress is considered a bedroom community of Wickenburg, but stops are stops and The Chiweenie Brothers look forward to those however brief they are. So as to not sadden these two hooligans I begin looking for another place to stop. I find a nice wide area with a view of an interesting rock mountain.
Shortly I find our turn, Ghost Town Road, take the short drive back into the boondocking area that was once the old town of Congress and commence scouting a site for us to call home for a couple of weeks.
There are a lot of little dirt roads that meander through the cacti, greasewood, and palo verde, some better than others. If you need an area that will accommodate a large travel trailer or motorhome turn at the Cemetery sign and begin looking immediately. The sites branching off farther along this nice graded dirt road can be anywhere from great to disastrous if you don’t look before you leap.
I find a nice area with a bit of shade and make camp. This consists of covering the windows and the side of the van where my cooler sits beneath one of the windows on the left side with Reflectix to keep the heat from building up inside. I cover the windshield with the heavy white vinyl shade I have to keep the sun off there, too. With these steps and keeping the back doors cracked, the front windows down, and the side doors open it keeps our vome much cooler.
I set up the solar panel to catch the afternoon rays, and place the woven plastic outdoor rug, my lounger, and dog stakes at our side doors and we’re set. The Reflectix panels I use on the outside are the same ones I use inside the windows at night if I have to park in a Walmart or campground where there are close neighbors.
And speaking of neighbors, we are at least a quarter of a mile from our nearest neighbors on both sides. It’s so quiet and peaceful here, and we haven’t heard a peep out of anyone, not even our closest neighbors to the left.
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