Even though the day in Quartzsite, AZ was cool, cloudy and windy, Jackie was feeling warm and fuzzy surrounded by hundreds of tons of rocks. The Native Americans refer to rocks as "fossilites" and believe them to have the most wisdom of all things on Earth Mother.
We took the Tom Wells Rd. exit south off I-10 into BLM land, about 10 miles west of Quartzsite, AZ. On the way in, the bottom of the rig scraped bottom and grated a few rocks in a deep, steep-sided wash but everything underneath seems to be OK. One mile from an Interstate isn’t far enough. When the wind is right, the wine of 18 wheelers sullies the silence and breaks the serene spell of the desert.
It was totally disgusting to walk over a rise and find this pile of garbage on a once pristine landscape.
What sort of slovenly individual would leave a mess like this?
Always on the prowl for pretty rocks....More ballast for the rig, eh?
Contrails in the sunset.
Our new ladder. Now we can wash the windows.
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