Quartzsite, Arizona, our winter refuge, is cool with lots of moisture; it is turning green. Lush, spring grasses and plants put on a show that is beautiful in its simplicity. One would not even notice if you hadn’t spent several winters here, or at least experienced a few of the winter months at some point. Usually the greening of the desert is so brief it’s hard to imagine it even happens. This year it happens.
The spring flowers put on a colorful show and all of it with the “purple mountain majesty and the brilliant blue sky depending on the hour, is breathtaking.
There must be a lizard in here somewhere!
The middle of February brings unusual cold, even frosty temps, lots of cold wind and some rain. Many hours spent inside reading, planning, writing.
The boys need a little walk a couple of times a day and I bundle up and take them out. It’s cold enough that my little Fries doesn’t mind at all when we head back to the van.
They play, nap in the sun if it has made an appearance, and just generally go with flow. On Occasion there’s a row, but for the most part they get along splendidly.
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.