The day started with an early morning goodbye to Linda and Hope, as they were traveling to Tucson, which is about 250 miles from here.
We had our own little travel adventure planned, as we drove Kathie to Anza-Borrego State Park. This is where we have spent many days hiking and exploring, and we really wanted to share this with her. The weather was a tad overcast and cool, so we thought it probably wasn’t the best idea to hike into Palm Canyon, as we originally had planned.
Instead, we visited the Visitors Center:
We read the exhibits, watched a movie, and then walked around looking at the lovely desert plant life.
We then went into the town of Borrego Springs, where we had a lovely lunch at the Red Ocotillo. The lunch was yummy, and I would go back there again.
Our next stop was Ghost Mountain, the home of Marshal South. “For 17 years, from 1930 to 1947, poet, artist, and author Marshal South and his family lived on Ghost Mountain—a remote, waterless mountaintop that is today within California’s Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. Over a period of nine of those years, South chronicled his family’s controversial primitive lifestyle through popular monthly articles written for Desert Magazine.” (http://www.desertusa.com/desert-people/marshal-south.html) This was our third visit to the remains of the homestead, and while it is a short one mile climb to the homestead from the parking area, the 3.5 mile dirt road drive is one that I only make when I have the Honda. The Beast (our F350 dually) is just too big and a really hard ride to go down that road.
The photo at the top of this post (the “Featured Photo”) shows Kathie and I checking out the remains of the homestead.
Can you imagine raising a family on the top of this mountain, with no running water, sewer, electricity, RV, solar, Amazon Prime….?
It was close to 4 pm when we were on the top of the mountain, so we headed back down. As we walked, Kathie noticed that the agave leaves showed unique striations that we did not notice on the way up:
See if you notice them in the wide open view:
The drive home along the Great Southern Overland Stage Route of 1849, through the town (if you can call it that) of Ocotillo, CA, and back home to the RV was quiet and uneventful. We talked about the diverse plant life and hard life in the desert, and were happy to settle into our beds after a dinner of a bowl of cereal (Trader Joe O’s for Kathie, a mix of Shredded Wheat and Heritage Flakes for David, and Gingersnap Granola for me).
Here is what our drive looked like: (you can be in awe of my map embedding skills. It’s OK)
I just might have to sleep in tomorrow, as the rains are coming again.
I’m glad that we could have this chat,