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The Greener Grass Turns Brown

In the exploration for a closer campsite, this was what I expected. I got precious little of it.

In the exploration for a closer campsite, this was what I expected. I got precious little of it.

With every run to Safeway and other stores in Chino Valley, AZ being at least 14 miles each way, I decided to check out two other camping trail possibilities that practically glowed on the Forest Service’s Prescott National Forest Motor Vehicle Usage Map (MVUM), the only valid guide as to what’s legal to camp on and what will get you a citation.

Heading east out of the upper end of Chino Valley is Perkinsville Road, a paved 35 MPH road that quickly turns to somewhat washboarded dirt. It stays paved for awhile because the town’s baseball diamond is located a couple of miles out. After that, it’s meat processing centers, ranches, and a cattle auction place.

My interest was in finding a reasonably workable campsite that would cut some of the fuel cost of getting to town for supplies. Off of Perkinsville Road, NF (National Forest) 638 was indicated as cutting Read more…

The Mundane & the Bizarre

Wow! Floor registers! Spooky! No wait, this is the mundane one...

Wow! Floor registers! Spooky! No wait, this is the mundane one…

Well, there comes a time in every man’s life when he must grasp fate by the nape of the neck and laugh at risk. This isn’t one of those times. I just got tired of stepping on a bathroom floor register that was extremely uncomfortable on bare feet. The previous owner had topped the registers with wide magnetic strips to seal them off and cushion the ribs, but this one was now cut through and the other registers were bent. The only place I could find replacements in the unusual 4″x8″ size was Camping World, which requires you to sign up for spam each time you order. Not my fav. But I ordered the replacements at just $6 a pop for three, and they installed no problem. Exciting.

Then there are the Monkey Skulls. Read more…

Invariably Variable Reloaded

Yowza! My thermometer this morning indicated a cabin temp of 45, and outside a crispy 31 degrees!

Yowza! My thermometer this morning indicated a cabin temp of 44.7, and outside a brisk 31.6 degrees!

This post is just to show that now and then, weather in the Great Southwest varies from the usual sunny-and-hot broil that we all associate with it. I do, anyway. I’m normally much more centered on avoiding a nicely-baked dehydration than I am anything else, so it can be a nice change of pace to actually get some weather here, which does happen. This morning’s outside temperature is nothing compared to the Midwest where I come from, but everything in my little self-absorbed world now revolves around getting along in a “temperate weather only” travel trailer where, during its design phase, the word “insulation” was a token term mumbled incoherently, if at all, in the engineering meetings. Ever seen what an inch of poor quality fiberglass insulation looks like? It looks much like a fiberglass furnace filter. You can almost read a book through it. After a 12-hour overnight cold soak, cabin temps are typically 10-15 degrees above ambient. With no cloud cover, daytime temps will usually peak at 5-10 degrees above ambient, too.

Situation normal. More clouds than usual, but this is one day's view from the trailer, looking eastward.

Situation normal. More clouds than usual, but this is one day’s view from the trailer, looking eastward.

Compared to a more contemporary trailer, these numbers are pretty bad for a brief overnight exposure. But, they are not too shabby compared to an uninsulated van or other similar approach hurriedly pressed into service as a camper. Thus the unending hunt for finding an elevation that will provide a livable average as the daily temperatures do their 30-40 degree swings up and down. How picky you have to be depends on a mix of one’s wimp factor (in my case high) and the camper’s insulation effectiveness (in my case low-to-moderate). Several places I’ve been to out here have provided residents who justifiably think the world of their town and area, and who have, during a conversation, effectively invited me to Read more…

Invariably Variable

Hard to see, but those white spots are snowflakes! The sleet came later.

Hard to see, but those white spots are snowflakes! The sleet came later.

Having just come out of a time where I could only walk in the mornings because the afternoons here near Paulden were too sweaty in the hot sun, I was surprised to wake up this morning to the 46-degree temperatures dropping instead of rising. In fact, the consistently light overnight rain changed into moderately heavy snowfall in the 35+ MPH winds as the temperature dropped to 41 degrees. Then up to 44 as the trailer rocked in the wind, then back down to 42.Eventually, the snow began to stick to the Ford for a few moments, but never had a chance on the ground.

Then the heavy, dark overcast broke up to billowy clouds, and temps cruised up to the mid-fifties. That was it, or so I thought. I thought that until noon when Read more…

A Farwell to Arms?

What's wrong with this picture?

What’s wrong with this picture?

Ever notice something minor that just seems to bother you out of all proportion to its physical significance? I bought a DVD at a local second-hand shop, a two-disc pack with three early Gary Cooper movies and a promotional short. Gary Cooper was a popular Academy Award-winning actor with a unique “everyman” style, and who eventually hit a few out of the park, like the classic High Noon. This set included A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway’s depressive look at love in the midst of the opposing traits of mankind. Except for the breakthrough cinematography, it’s a workman-like effort that deserves some respect – especially for Gary Cooper, who’s the reason for the DVD’s issuance by Genius Entertainment, a division of Genius Products.

Now, a lot of DVDs have misspellings on the electronic disc identification, something only the device will see so it hardly matters. This is the first time I’ve seen a DVD menu muffed with a “don’t care” attitude. It’s not so much the slept-through-that-class miscreant who screwed it up, as the lack of any second set of eyeballs to make sure the DVD was good to go before it went into production. Not a soul in the Genius hierarchy nor AMC bothered to expose it to anyone above a party-animal intern or minimum wage go-fer once the lowest-price graphics house puked up their sloppy work. This tends to kick me right into the standard “and this is what’s wrong in this country today” tirade in regard to business practices, but you get the picture, so to speak. For some outfits, the most effective way to promote themselves is to emphasize cost, and not let anyone see their past work.

Time to Re-Tire

 

It starts like this, a cut from a sharp-edged rock.

It starts like this, a cut from a sharp-edged rock.

I was in Scottsdale whining about the Ford’s tires to my bud Matt when my eyes fell on an even more pronounced tread loss than I had been lamenting all this time. I had been telling him how I need just one more year over the seven that these tires have already provided, since there is still some usable and legal tread left on them all.

Then squirming under load, more impacts and heat undermine the sun-rotted rubber to tear out a chunk.

Then squirming under load, more impacts and heat undermine the sun-rotted rubber to tear out a chunk.

But time has not been kind to the original equipment tires. Looking decent in the upper Midwest, they took on a parched, cracked appearance the first month they spent some time in the Great Southwest. A week or two (or three) of inactivity didn’t help, since frequent rolling usage circulates compounds in the rubber that keep it healthy. Sitting unused in the strong sunlight simply Read more…

Wild Shopping Spree!!

My bud Matt takes a pic of a wolfskin rug with his iPhone.

My bud Matt takes a pic of a wolfskin rug with his iPhone.

I recently drove over to the old downtown section of Scottsdale, Arizona to see friends visiting the area on their vacation. Good times! I have no idea what “normal” is for foot traffic here, but the amount of people wandering about seemed pretty good for a weekday. The span of shop styles here range from cheap tourist trash, to trendy boutiques, to pricey artworks. it seemed as though fully a quarter of the stores handled jewelry.

The carriage ride concession.  Apart from the sparkly-painted red hooves, they were great. Here, it's time for a little water.

The carriage ride concession. Apart from the sparkly-painted red hooves, they were great. Here, it’s time for a little water.

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Just Out for a Walk

One thing you can't say about this area is that it's barren.

One thing you can’t say about this area is that it’s barren.

I took these shots in the same area, over two different walks I took. I would say that these are just some snaps I took with the Pentax K slung over my shoulder, but the majesty of writing for and publishing on a blog compels me to relabel the effort as a “photo essay”. Yeah, that’s right, photo essay, sure!

Love these things. Don't know why. I feel compelled to name them, because each one is different. Like, this one would be "Fred". Perhaps I should recheck my medications.

Love these things. Don’t know why. I feel compelled to name them, because each one is different. Like, this one would be “Fred”. Perhaps I should recheck my medications.

Just a hillside. Nothing spectacular, but you get the feel of the place.

Just a hillside. Nothing spectacular, but you get the feel of the place.

 

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Window Shopping

Rusty vehicles are scarce down here.

Rusty vehicles are scarce down here.

Now, I really can’t pass judgement on a vehicle for sale any more. I wouldn’t know if it’s a rip-off or a steal. All I know is that I was leaving a local farm stand just outside Yuma and spotted this SUV for sale by its owner. With my interest in vintage iron and mods to same, this held my interest after the pretty blue paint initially caught it. Here’s the sign:

Interpretation of For Sale signs is sometimes needed.

Interpretation of For Sale signs is sometimes needed.

Now, I’m assuming that “dlls” is dollars, as in $5,500. Ordinarily, $5,500 for a 19-year-old SUV with 160,000 miles on it would earn finger gestures, but this Read more…

Update to “Spartan Luxury”

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Remember this little gem? I talked to the owner!

Remember the recent post Spartan Luxury? I was biking some trash to the LTVA’s dumpsters today and found the above rig parked near the dump station, waiting for another in order to begin a trip. The owner was sitting in the Jeep and was happy to answer questions for as long as his friend was holding up the show.

A former Seabee and electrical engineer, it turns out he was disabled and in a wheelchair for 22-1/2 years. He is now ambulatory but says there’s “still more for them to do” and he occasionally uses either the wheelchair or two forearm crutches to get around.

As for the trailer, it boasts bed, A/C, catalytic propane heater, TV, satellite dish, microwave, and toaster oven. The gasoline generator can run for 13 hours on a single fill. A sink is being installed, as well as an exterior shower head that will pull and pump water from a stream or other source. His RVing friends, a couple, have eight children and he claims they were all packed into the tiny trailer yesterday to watch the TV! He said it was quite a sight. I believe him, and it must have been quite a sanity break for the parents!

The roof rack seen in the photos are now gone. Why? He’s a bit of a sun worshipper and the rack and spare wheels and tires it held were too much like a roof for him, blocking the open air and sunlight. Gone. He doesn’t even own a roof tarp any more, and drives wet or dry. He’s been to 46 of the 50 states so far with this rig, pretty much as you see it. Rain? Jeep dash switches have long since gone normal and aren’t waterproof, but he just lets things misbehave and dry out for awhile, then keeps going. (By the way, he says the best and fastest way to get an immersed cellphone dried and operational is to immediately remove the battery, then throw it all on some uncooked rice for an hour or more.) The oddest part of this story is that the rack was extremely sturdy and cost him about $300 to build. He sold the build plans to J.C.Whitney, and claims that they now offer a greatly whimpified version of it for around $900 or so.

When I pointed out the off-road orientation of his rig, he admitted that camping at the LTVA is not his usual style, but he’s waiting for some special-order tires to come in before he heads into the hills. He mentioned the black rocks that can be seen scattered all over this area, and pointed out that they are volcanic. “They will cut into a tire easier than you can believe it,” he said, “they’ll just strip the rubber right off, and these I got now are worn too thin. When I get the new ones I’ll be camping up in the hills.” It also turns out that the massive front bumper with winch is actually a lockable toolbox, too. Clever, this hardy soul. He says he’ll be back in a few days, so I’ll see if I can spot him again then. Got any questions for him?

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