Some More About the Old and Still Finding the New...

 Ok... this is one of those posts Heidi says is a post that is Prolix... which apparently means; extending to a great length, unnecessarily long or wordy... yeah... well... it is Me, ain't it?  out here we just call it... WINDY! :o)

After reading the comments from yesterday, I'm more sure than ever that I can do a decent job of building a useful list of campsites... a small list, detailing only the sites I've personally wandered through; so it'll be limited to mostly the west... but... it may be useful just the same to those folks with the same interests?

Now... don't go expecting it up and running tomorrow! You know me... gotta make it take a while... and there are other irons in my fire! :) but it is in the works... actually have much of the intro page written up now.

So.... along that line... here's a lil' more 'bout that Burro Creek campground on Hwy 93, 70 some miles NW of Wickenburg...

*BLM Burro Creek Campground*

 Comin' from either direction, when you see the sign that tells you 1/2 mile... it's the next available turn so get on the binders....

It's a nice lil' desert camp that sits just below kind of a neat Ol' bridge across Burro Creek...

*Bridge Over Burro Creek*

Don't know if the creek runs all year... and to tell the truth I don't know if you'd want to be here for long in the high summer...


I have a thermometer sensor mounted on the side of the rig... it happened to be on the sunny side... and it read 107 degrees :) so you might want to consider this more of a fall/winter/spring camp.


 But at least in March... there was plenty of water for the dogs... or at least Buck... to take a dip...

*Buck swimming in Burro Creek*

*Buck and Lily*

 There was a good bit of current... so a smaller or "City Slicker" pup might want to stay on the bank! :-) with Lily... she don't get wet :) Buck... he's kind of like somebody else I can mention... old enough to know better but too young to care...

I'd not call it a real good hiking area... the canyon is narrow and rocky... and according to legend there are ferocious Burros about :)

Now... I discounted that... until I spotted Buzzard Roost the first evening... must be better than 30 Vultures roost on a pair of transmission towers to the north and across the canyon...

*Buzzard Roost at Burro Creek*

So... maybe those nasty Burros are stompin' somethin' ... and leavin' a meal for the Buzzards?

Don't know... but I'm guessin' these aren't what Bird Watchers get excited 'bout? :)

Like I said... it's a dry desert landscape... which has something a lot of folks don't catch. They're intimidated by the roughness of it... the seeming lack of life... but, those Buzzards are eating something... uh oh... well... it was alive!

But still... The desert has something... as quiet and beautiful as the High Lonesome... as soul filling as the High Peaks... If, you stop and listen you can hear it... if you stop and just Look... you'll see it... but you have to stop for a bit... you have to let the roar of the road and life settle down so your mind and heart can  clear out that buzzing, and capture the soft whispers of a glorious land...

We only stayed a pair of nights... my need for technology pushed us on to a camp with that amenity...

...you see I have two faults (among many others)...

One... though I'm not a glutton... starvation don't sit well with me... and two... I like gas for my Motorcycle! So I gotta have the communication so I can work as we go!

So... in the evening of the second day... we chose to move on come morning... though this was and is a nice, soft camp... that just about anybody, including at least a 40' rig should be able to slide in to... with a small bit of care.

*A soft Burro Creek sunset*

I'm solidly into the go slow and stay long routine... so we didn't roll very far... just a couple hours up and around moving back to the area around Ash Fork... to a Kaibab National Forest Dispersed camp that, unless a tree falls on me... we'll occupy for ten days or better...

*Camp on the Kaibab NF south of Ash Fork*

This is genuine Far Country... and puts me at ease... a ranch rig hauling a horse and some 'cake' just rolled by goin' to check his cows... this is not... big hat, silver buckle, bar room wannabe country... this is the land of genuine Cowboy Western! Suh-Wheet!

*Long View in Far Country*

so... I'll let the wind die down now... somehow, this country has eased the itch for a while... I've got plenty of hikin' to do... plenty of writin' to bang out...

So... I best get to it...

*First Sunset in a New Kaibab Camp*

 Breathing Free and Easy in Far Country
-Brian

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