Strolling Amok

Pops goes on tour.

Parker to Quartzsite

A rest stop on 95, alongside the Pahranagat National Wildlife Reserve.

A rest stop on 95, alongside the Pahranagat National Wildlife Reserve.

I made it to Quartzsite, Arizona from Wendover, Utah. The photo above is what was missing from an earlier post about Pahranagat, but I figured it was worth posting now since most roadside rest stops are flat, denuded affairs that have no charm. This one has very usable picnic tables, shade trees, decent views, and a break from winds.

Wendover to Parker was originally scheduled to be four short days of driving, but the first day had to be doubled because of the combination of high altitude and a cold front about to move into it. It was a good thing that the Pahranagat rest stop was available then, because sunset was approaching and Pahranagat’s Upper Lake camping area was chock full. This compound is very nice, but its designated sites are very limited in number with specific vehicle types in mind, and the now-55′ Defiant could wedge into only one or possibly two of the choices anyway. Those with much less majestic rigs will fair better but, given Pahranagat’s popularity, I’m told it’s best to arrive before 4 PM to avoid disappointment. I suggest 3 PM if staying there is important to you. A 14-day facility, I would imagine that Read more…

Solitude? I Got it!

No photos today, folks. I could just barely post this text. The trip down to Parker, AZ from Wendover, UT took just two days of driving and three days for the trip itself, due to a high wind advisory on the way down. Hauling the Defiant isn’t that much fun in high winds, and I managed to skate past Nevada’s 18-hour limit in their roadside rest stops by staying in the relatively delightful Pahranagat Lake Rest Stop (GPS:37.232690, -115.090228), which is situated with the raised roadway on one side and tall hills on the other, so the threatened 45 MPH gusts literally went overhead. So I stayed there with one other camper for two nights instead of one. Such a rebel!

The Parker, Arizona campsite in the boonies about 8 miles NE of town is fab in many respects. It’s pretty, and some of the low mountains on the Shea Road access are beauties. With plenty of wide-open area at points, you just drive in and plant your rig. It seems to be near some off-road trails used by ATVs and some pretty stout-sounding Baja-style off-road pickups. Every now and them, I can hear the faint musical call of a highly modified V8 under stress, so I’ll have to check that out. But overall it’s quite quiet, and the only sound to be heard is the generator of some campers a quarter of a mile away.

At the location I picked, a mountain seems to make for an early sunset, shading my solar panels, but that’s of little concern since I cranked the trailer to catch more of the morning sun earlier. The cool weather front predicted never really materialized, so it will be toasty here for another business week while the pickup is being worked on in town.

The only bad news is the miserable cellular signal. This is great for folks who feel the effects of radio towers and such, and who need a relatively “clean” area to camp in. But for me, it means that, even with an amplified antenna, getting a cellular data connection here ranges by the moment between nonexistent and half the speed of a laundromat’s free WiFi. Without the amplifier, my phone’s reading is a flat No Signal. I’m not into biking miles into town just to hunt up free Wifi and post, so brilliantly fascinating reading with fabulously glorious and illustrative pictures will have to wait until the Mighty Furd is back on its feet and I’ve relocated to Quartzsite. Actually, that kind of writing might take awhile longer than that, so don’t get your hopes up. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get some work done!

A Fond Farewell to Wendover

A fond farewell to the Silver Island Mountains!

A fond farewell to the Silver Island Mountains!

It’s been good here in Wendover, Utah. I’ve been here nearly three months without being hassled, mainly because of the speed events that normally occur off and on from August to early October. October 15th seems to be the cutoff for grace however, because that’s when the racing madness generally ends.

So, a couple of days ago, a BLM ranger showed up and told me that he noticed the Defiant a week ago, and was just letting me know about the 14-day rule, so Friday is my departure day. Actually, he mentioned that when nearby Lepper Pass Road goes from pavement to dirt, that’s the Nevada state line and he can’t bother me there. But he cautioned me that the Nevada section had suffered badly from the recent rainstorm, and might be too rough for the ground-hugging trailer.

Curious, I hopped onto the Evelo e-bike and went over a mile uphill to check it out. What a ride! Once I made it to the top, it finally turned to gravel six miles from my camp, and oh my, was it rough. It was a good several miles of consistent downhill, which continued onto the gravel. The cascading water had cut deep channels across the trail, and I studied three of them as to how the Defiant might possibly be able to skirt around the edges. It has just 10 inches of clearance perched on a nine-foot overhang, which makes even some gas station entrance aprons drag the tail on the ground. It looked do-able however, simply because dirt has less tendency to hang up the hardware. I finally found a workable campsite though, three-quarters of a mile in.

It was in the form of a half-circle loop, like a driveway with two ends. The closest entrance was guarded by two tall berms, however. No way to get in or out over those. The far entrance was not only angled up too much, but ended right where the trail had severe damage that would have made an exciting romp even in the Ford pickup. Talk about “high-clearance vehicle recommended”! Looking closer, I figured out that this “campsite” was actually a way around the deep gulley in the trail. Oh well.

Owing to an upcoming and overdue shift in the weather from balmy days and cool nights to days in the 50s and nights in the thirties, it seems that I’ll be gettin’ out o’ Dodge none too soon. It’s been good, though. This is one of the few spots that allows dishwater (the grey water tank) to be drained on the ground. That’s meant that I’ve only had to visit the local KOA campground’s dump station twice so far, to empty the black water tank. Filling the Tankmin’s 70-gallon freshwater tank has cost just $7 per, a bargain. Combined with Propane of Wendover’s $17 cost to fill each 30-pound propane tank, I’ve been livin’ large for three months. Hot water for everybody! And thanks to the e-bike, I think I’ve hit the gas station once since I’ve been here. With a normal 27-30 gallon fill of diesel, any decrease is a good thing. Life’s been good for this penny-pincher.

So in a couple of days, I’ll be heading out for Parker, Arizona to pester the Ford dealership about that trailer brake module fault. Thanks to reader Linda S, I’ll be boondocking a few miles east of town. Since the same weather change that would freeze me out here will finally bring livable temperatures to Parker and Quartzsite, it’s all good. I actually have one more post about a defunct highway in Wendover, but that may have to wait, since the cellular data signal on the rural highway I’ll be taking might not cooperate during my quest. We’ll see!

The Smith and Wesson 500

A Smith & Wesson 500 with a 6.5" barrel. Weighing in at four and a half pounds unloaded, it's a bruiser in more ways than one.

A Smith & Wesson Model 500 with a 6.5″ barrel. Weighing in at just under five pounds loaded, it’s a bruiser in more ways than one.

Last in this last of my series on pistols, I have tried is the Smith & Wesson 500, a large-frame revolver that is notable for its strong swing away from general purpose and toward wretched excess. This is because it is designed to do one thing only, and that in order to accomplish this one thing, many other desirable characteristics must be sacrificed. The S&W Model 500 is a .50 caliber Magnum revolver designed for use as a big-game hunting handgun, and by big game, I mean anything that walks or crawls on the planet. Its success in this venue, combined with its high reliability, has also led to its popular use as a defensive sidearm in areas where large, aggressive predators roam free. Fur-bearing four-legged ones, I mean.

On the hunting end of things, I don’t hunt, because I don’t need to. I apparently lack the “sport hunting” gene, so I must admit that I’m not real clear on the appeal of hunting with a pistol instead of a rifle. In relatively open areas, a rifle is inherently a more effective hunting tool, if your purpose is to put meat on the table the old-fashioned way. With more power for any given caliber and much more accurate aiming, a rifle’s effectiveness at long distances greatly decreases the need to closely approach game animals. Perhaps, like bowhunters, pistol hunters consider that rifles have made hunting too easy and effective. I assume that they like the challenge of having to successfully get close without spooking the animal, since the inherently sloppy aiming of a pistol at distance means that you must get close to bring the animal down. Otherwise, you’ll have a long walk ahead of you, tracking it. The so-called “kill shot” becomes more difficult with a pistol, and in the case of a truly large wounded Read more…

The Ruger Mark II 22/45

A Ruger Mark II 22/45.

A Ruger Mark II 22/45.

An area at the Silver Island Mountains near Wendover, Utah is a place where local hunters occasionally do their thing. They are mainly after pronghorn antelope, and I’m told the odd mountain lion can be found on Pilot Peak. Naturally, fees must be paid and hunting tags have limited availability. Personally, I’ve never really related to hunting as a sport, but have admired the hardware since it’s precision-made, makes a loud bang, and launches a small pellet out its barrel at high speeds. (I’m currently near Columbus, Ohio but I’m writing about this spot about Utah. And lest you assume that this post is entirely for guys only, I suggest you go past the second photo.)

This desolate area also makes a safe spot for target practice, and I’ve had the opportunity to fire three different pistols, the first of which was a Ruger Mark II 22/45 semi-automatic from about 1992. There were several Mark II variants back then, most of which looked vaguely like a WWII Luger. The 22/45 more resembles their current Target model, with a thick and heavy barrel to limit recoil. For the uninitiated, recoil is Read more…

Roll-Down Trailer Windows

The window. Fixed.

The window. Fixed.

Just before a major trip to town yesterday, I discovered that the window on the trailer door had somehow slipped down about an inch, opening an impromptu 1/4″x12″ fresh air slot at the top of the window. That explained the draft during the cold, high wind here the day before. Repairs would have to wait though, since a combination laundry and grocery run would prevent taking the time to disassemble the thing and figure out what would be needed to fix it.

So today, I removed the screws squeezing the inner and outer plastic window frames together. Ugh. Small pins molded into both frames that retain the edges of the glass had sheared off at the bottom, letting the glass slowly slide down from its own weight. I’m not sure why, though the door has had an unhappy existence in terms of sag, and takes some shoving now

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Re-tired

Back in action, with new tires.

Back in action, with new tires.

The Evelo Aurora e-bike is back on its feet after I pulled a senior moment and blew out a tire and flatted a tube a week ago. I know, whoop-dee-doo. But that downtime underscored just how reliant I’ve become on the e-bike to handle the nine-mile trips toward town for everything from haircuts to idle exploration. Yesterday was the repair and first trash run to discard the old tires and the carton that the new ones came in. The new Michelin Country Dry [2] (yep tricky name) tires have a series of small lugs all ’round, which puts them right in paved and fire trail territory for intended usage. They recommend 29 PSI for general use, with a maximum of 58 PSI. I put them at about 30, and the ride is predictably cushy over rough stuff. Battery range will probably benefit from higher pressures, but I thought I’d run them low for awhile.

Compared to the tall, aggressive lugs on the ancient Maxxis tires the bike had been wearing, they do appear and act different at first blush. They have a slight hum on pavement, but not annoyingly so. Hard dirt and especially sand feel more secure than the Maxxis tires did, which may prove a godsend on certain trails near Yuma later this year. But, they are more prone to side-slip on a sloped mix of loose dirt topped with gravel, or when rolling over loose stones. Once the gravel gets above a certain stone size, there’s no difference. It’s a trade-off I can deal with.

I goofed when ordering the self-sealing Michelin tubes, and what arrived were

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A Tired Tire Day

This thing has been parked by the street since I've been here, for sale.

This thing has been parked by the street since I’ve been here, for sale.

I’ve been passing an old but fine Chevy K-20 pickup each time on my way to the grocery, hardware store or laundromat in West Wendover, NV. So I thought I’d post some pics. No price was posted, and it’s been there quite a while, so either he’s getting nothing but calls offering “$300 an’ my seester”, or he’s unjustifiably high on asking price. Hard to guess, because there just aren’t that many people in Wendover and West Wendover combined. By the way, the title for this post does not refer to its tires, which Read more…

Reviews As Viewpoints of Life

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In my quest to preplan a stay in Parker, AZ to get the Mighty Furd worked on, I was researching both free boondocking possibilities and commercial campsites in the area that were within striking distance of the Ford dealership in town. That’s just in case I had to leave the Ford there, waiting for parts, or whatever. You know how that goes. The Defiant would be stranded for several days in such a case, maybe without being able to deploy its solar panels.

One option is the Blue Water RV Park, located as part of a casino just outside of town. What struck me was reading three contrasting reviews, and I find such contrasts often. Sometimes gripes are legitimate, and sometimes, it’s the pot calling the kettle black. But the three reviews that I found notable seemed to reflect Read more…

Tough Enough

One excursion after the long ride down, just to snap my campsite.

One excursion after the long ride down, just to snap my campsite.

I decided to wring out the Evelo Aurora e-bike yesterday after a 6-mile trash run to a dumpster. There are trails here and there that climb some of the peaks around camp here at Bonneville, so I figured, why not do a little exploring at the one closest to my camp? These trails in no way resemble the “working” trails I expect to revisit over the coming winter, the trails that connect me with towns and their resources. Today’s ride just kinda falls into the “exploration” category.

This is the trail as it looks from camp. Nice, smooth, and gentle.

This is the trail as it looks from camp. Nice, smooth, and gentle.

Well, I found out why not explore the trail closest to camp. I expected the aggressive slope, but recent heavy rains chose the trail to drain down, and very consistently. The rain tore out deep ruts, and formed abrupt shoulders that trapped you once your Read more…

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