Yesterday was the most perfect day in a long time. Oddly, it took very little to make it so good. All it took was the old trick of going for a bike ride with my little dog, early in the morning, and on the right terrain, the right road, and away from motorsports noise and the misinformation of the RV blogosphere and tourism industry.
Better yet, I was away from the desert. Snowbirds rhapsodize over the "beauty" of the desert, but do they really mean beauty in a positive sense? Or do they really just mean that they are away from clouds, snow, sleet, thawing snow, mud, and half-frozen slop?
But they are connecting with "nature," you say. Nature should mean more than rubble and cholla, and postcards of saguaro cacti in front of a red sunset, and the like. We are animals who need food and water. There should be some goodies of that type in a "beautiful, natural" environment. Some balance.
Here, away from the desert in southeastern Arizona, I stare down at good fertile soil like it is a gift from the gods. I even like seeing cow poop all over the place, perhaps because it is organic material (!) rather than rubble, and it is produced by eating more organic material called grass.
The tawny grass was thigh-high. The live oaks still had green leaves on them. Green leaves are another gift from the gods.
When we returned, downhill, through the tunnel of trees and shade, I could feel a gentle cool breeze. It was pure euphoria, away from the bright hot sun, away from the blowing dust of the desert, away from cholla, and away from Arizona heat.
But a heat wave is coming in next week. Maybe I will get some partial shade just from the branches of the glorious sycamore in my campsite.
And if not, I will move camp to where there is some shade:
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From a different point-of-view, standard RVs are not designed to have fun with. They are supposed to appeal to a standard bourgeois couple with a wife who thinks an RV is a house on wheels. She only cares about the color scheme. They want to keep up appearances.