A wet sitting area
Back into Canada it was for me travelling some familiar roads with a friend. Border crossing are always unpredictable: would we have smooth sailing or unusual questions and delays? Join me heading north, where our stop would be at the oldest ghost town in the Eastern Kootenays.
Goto Jail in Salmon
I was down to my last few days in the USA. I had stretched my time out as long as I could to experience a bit of Idaho in the spring. Now, we were headed for a few days in the Montana national forest before making the crossing into Canada. But first, we had a day of driving starting in some not so good weather. Join me on the road.
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Greater Short Horned Lizard
We were headed north to Twin Falls, an area I know fairly well. From there, we would continue north to areas I had formerly just passed through hurrying north or south. Now out of the desert, we could camp near water, with caves to explore nearby. The spring brought out the animals too, especially the snakes. If you don’t like snakes, you may want to quickly skip down past a picture ahead!
Ely Railroad Station
We were backtracking to Ely to have Carolyn’s rear wheel looked at, at least we hoped were were. Smoke is a prelude to things breaking, we hoped her rig would make it back the hour’s travel to get looked at without an expensive tow bill. But this detour lead to some unexpected finds, including a new awesome camping area near an abandoned farm. Join us on the road back to Ely.
My annual time in the States drawing to a close. It was the beginning of April, I had a bit more than a month before my six months would be up and I’d have to be back in Canada. While that may seem like a ton of time for those of you used to two week vacations, I knew there would be limited time to see the sights between Las Vegas and the Canadian Border. There never is enough time to see everything – but then there is always next year to see other things.
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My journey north takes me around Death Valley, and into the Pahrump area. The area is empty of people, with only a few small settlements about. But there is a rich history, of which many bits remain standing in the dry desert air, if you are willing to head out and explore parts unknown. Join me in my explorations to see what I found.
No, this is not a political rant, rather a telling of a quirkier bit of a tourist attraction I encountered. I was on my way north, heading towards Death Valley. My stop for a few days was Baker, where I would encounter a few surprises. While I wasn’t abducted by aliens, I at least got to try some of their delicious jerky. Read on for my alien experience.
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After resupplying in the Palm Springs area, I decided to explore north of there, in what some people call Homestead Valley. I’d seen on the maps that there was a scattering of BLM land that was not too high up. That’s a good thing in that it was not that warm yet. I was also just far enough away from the Los Angeles metro area to be out of range of homeless camps or party spots just outside of the city area. But it turned out I was definitely close enough to get a mix of LA and local rural culture in the area. It was an interesting mix. Read on to see what bits of culture I found boondocking in the desert here. Continue reading
Part of a geode
I had explored most everything northwest of Blythe in my current round of boondocking. I had explored every area around Blythe that was not Native Reserve or private land, except for southwest of Blythe so far. My discussions with the locals suggested there was some promising boondocking out there, if you were willing to try some rougher roads. There was also some geode mining areas to check out. That all sounded good to me, so it was off to check out the Black Hills and Palo Verde Mountain area.
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I had to resupply in Blythe, so it was time to move to a new spot. I was not done with the Midland area yet, as I had found new cool areas to explore while out on the motorcycle. I expected the spot I had found to be empty, but no, it ended up being a local hangout. Read on to see who I found. Continue reading
