Rickb RV Chronicles

THE OLD PROSPECTOR cast his eyes about his encampment, a rough shack ensconced in a wall of desert rock with bright blue sky overhead. A hawk cried it’s presence in that blue sky, adding clarity and cleanliness to the scene. Standing in his red long-johns, the prospector stroked his long, frazzled beard.
“Well, Bucky” he [...]

After a two week hiatus to the Caribbean, I tentatively return to the RV sitting on the hard in the Yuma LTVA with no support and a somewhat full reefer. The state? Not too bad, actually. I’d really like solar and/or wind power, though.