Keeping It Simple

After a week of nearly perfect camping in Prescott (AZ), we’ve had plenty of time to reflect on why camping makes us happy, and what it is about camping that we really like.

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We’re happiest when everything is simple.

Sounds easy, but it’s really something we’ve had to work at. Our T@DA camper is small – yet we have everything we need to keep us comfy in even the worst of environments (and believe me, we have somehow found them!). In our sixth year on the road, we are still discarding seldom-used items (the cribbage board didn’t make the trip this year), to make space for something we’ll use more. In this spirit, we’ve taken out the television, and replaced it with a basket screwed to the wall where we can accumulate maps and also charge our tablets and phones. Out is the microwave, in its place is a cabinet for food storage. Everything is a compromise.

Yavapai Campground, one of our very favorite sites in Prescott, AZ is a great example of how this works for us. It’s a small campground – 22 sites. There’s no electricity, and just one water pump. A huge benefit is the composting toilets, which use no water or chemicals, and are totally oderless. They are an enormous leap forward over the common pit toilets found in most rustic campgrounds. Sure wish there were more campgrounds using this technology. We love the crisp air (cold and crisp at 5800′ in January!), the large sites, and the quiet. John has rigged 220 watts of portable solar power to keep our lights on and the fridge running.

We love our quiet power source, and it works especially well in the sunny Southwest.

Thank goodness we’re not clothes hounds. Funny, but if you look back over five years of these posts, you’ll see that we wear the same clothes year after year, adding a favorite new t-shirt one year/retiring one. John has his favorite fleece pullovers – the pumpkin one and the red one. I bring the same pink fleece vest, blue hoodie, and cardigan sweater, which I wear every day. This year, I retired my old one, which was threadbare, and replaced it with a brand new one. Heaven! Heavy duty sandals, hiking boots, and cycling shoes account for our footwear (plus shower sandals for public showers). I’d rather go without something than frustrate myself everyday by carrying too much stuff. This certainly isn’t everyone’s system, but it works for us.

We have a small shower we use when there’s not one in the campground, as at Yavapai.20180115_100524.jpgOur 22 gallon water supply, and six gallon gray water tank don’t allow us the luxury of a long shower. In fact, we took four showers, plus used small amounts of water for other things, and still didn’t fill our 6 gallon tank. We have two one-gallon jugs we fill at the pump for drinking water, and water for dishwashing, which we usually do outside. John has rigged a system for shaving and haircuts using the truck mirrors, which is downright comical to watch.20180115_100205513767212.jpg Seems odd, but when there aren’t other mirrors around, it’s all we have.

But, we sure do eat well. We carry a Napoleon propane grill and a CampChef Everest stove along, and use either or both every day. Instead of using individual one-pound tanks, we have a three-pound aluminum tank with two connections. Saves us a ton of money, and we don’t have all empty cannisters to recycle. We often Dutch Oven large batches of stews and chilis, which are wonderful after hikes or bikes rides when we’re hungry and cold.20180117_1742081704686970.jpgWe do cheat a bit and put the Dutch Oven directly on a burner set with as low of a flame as possible. Then, we augment the heat to oven-style by putting heated charcoal briquettes on the lid. Sure, it’s cheating, but we like not using so much charcoal.

There are great hikes in Prescott. The first one on this trip was a new trail (for us) near the campground – about four miles, which meant we could take Jezzy along. There were still remains of a recent bit snow along the trail, which turned the surface into a thick sludge. So much collected in-between Jezzy’s toes that she eventually plunked herself down, and refused to walk any further until John pressed out some of the huge clods, relieving the pressure.20180113_1159431177451577.jpg Back at camp, she needed a footbath which she patiently endured, although it obviously is not something she enjoyed.20180113_1424061900364621.jpgWe drove a bit north to the Watson Lake Recreation Area, for a spectacular hike a day later. Massive granite boulders circle the lake, caused by wind and water erosion. 20180116_114142199644124.jpgRough and gritty, they are perfect for clambering around. We took the trail that circumnavigated the lake, and were treated to stunning views. It was really a fun hike.20180116_122853548826146.jpgImpossible for us to be in Prescott without climbing Granite Mountain, a 7600′ peak that looks over the campground. While not a difficult climb, it’s relentless. We were so happy to get to the top and eat peanut butter sandwiches and Starbucks Double-Shots. Oh yeah.20180118_141301301282709.jpg

On to Lost Dutchman State Park, where we met up with Vern and Ilene, friends from the Phoenix area.20180119_1739441326314844.jpg

20180119_173857.jpgThey were the very first people we met who who also owned a T@DA, and we’ve still maintained a close friendship, even though they’ve moved on in the camping world to a larger motor home. Before the rain and cold moved in, we had one perfect night for a grilled pizza and campfire. There’s lots to catch up with when we only have an annual visit.

The best part? Ilene and I went into Phoenix, where we joined 20,000 other men, women, and children for the Women’s March. 20180121_105917516606138.jpgIt was exhilarating.20180121_1101541533296170.jpg One of the best moments was when we came upon this group of 15 women, all wearing the red gowns and head gear of The Handmaid’s Tale. 20180124_104629-11288863792.jpgThere was a young father pulling his four-year old son in a wagon at about the same point. We heard his plaintive voice, “Who are these people? What is the point?” Ilene and I cracked up. I said to the father, “Good luck with the next 15 years.” He grinned ruefully and replied, “Oh, it’s going to be an interesting discussion at lunch”.

Today, were moving to Usery Mountain Park, where we’ll join about 70 other T@Bs and maybe a T@DA or two for a few days at an event called T@bazona. Some of these folks here we’ve met along the way somewhere, but most of them are unknown to us. We’re looking forward to picking up new tips and camping hacks, and discussing favorite campgrounds. T@B owners are always a lively bunch, and we’re happy to be included in any of the gatherings. Our best camping friendships have resulted from these types of gatherings.

 

Flatiron Failures

First of all, let me be clear about something.  After some disparaging remarks from some “friends” about snowbirds, we have decided that we are NOT snowbirds.  We are SnowAngels.  Sent from the Midwest to the Southwest/Southeast to spend money, boost the economy, and generally spread our cheerful midwestern selves.  So, get over it, ok?

Let’s move on……we’ve spent the most delightful six days at Lost Dutchman State Park, about 25 miles east of Phoenix.   Map here.20150123_131302 This park has it all – big campsites, pristine bathrooms, mountain bike trails, and fabulous hiking.  Not to mention the Superstition Mountains, which glow magnificently over the campground.  Sunsets are golden, sunrises glow with desert colors. 20150123_172444 Not only is it a spectacular natural setting, it is meticulously maintained by the Rangers and Camp Hosts.  Even the gravel roadbeds got a daily raking.20150123_102945We were joined for the weekend by Ilene and Vern Baker, fellow Fireballers from Tucson.  We met two years ago at a T@B/T@DA rally, and have maintained a conversation since then.  This was our first opportunity to camp together, and we made the most of it.  They rolled in long after sunset on Friday and expertly backed their camper into the slot across from ours.  Ten minutes later, we were huddled around our campfire in the chilly wind. (Funny moment?  Ilene is fairly short – we were chatting while she was heading toward the restroom to brush her teeth – Jezzy was licking her toothbrush, while oblivious Ilene chatted on…..)  It was that kind of weekend.  Like comfy best friends.

We spent a good part of Saturday morning comparing campers.  Although the Bakers’ T@DA looks identical to ours on the outside, they are very dissimilar. 20150124_093101 They have a huge dinette, which breaks into a queen bed.  A 3-way (propane) refrigerator.  Their storage setup is completely different than ours.  Since they are primarily weekend campers, they haven’t yet made many of the little modifications that add storage and utility.  It was fun peering into cubbyholes and finding hidden spaces which can be converted into something useful.

The bonus?  It’s Vern’s birthday!   That meant lunch at his favorite Cajun seafood restaurant. Gumbo, etouffee, or Creole, cooked to your heat level preference.  (I chose level 6.  Everyone else had 1 or 2).  Fabulous food, and we took the leftover crawfish etouffee left over to add to breakfast burritos the next morning.  Sounds awful, but I guess you had to be there.  Our two days flew by, but we’ve made plans for a beer/Girl Scout Cookie pairing event at a Tucson taproom.  Sounds like a great idea.

Sunday afternoon was spent creating green chile/pork stew in the Dutch oven for Grand Rapids SnowAngels, Sis and Blaine.  Food, fire, friends…..it’s a wonderful way to spend time.

Inbetween all of this socializing, we hiked the all of the trails in the Park, with the exception of the Flatiron Trail – saving the best for last.  There are lots of birds here – Gambel Quail are everywhere.  The coyotes in this Park seem to be working overtime, we didn’t see any, but some seemed startingly close at night. 20150126_10134220150126_10103220150126_10045820150126_103531Monday is exploration day.  Visited the Apache Junction Tourist Center and Apachetown Center. 20150126_143447 We loved the Elvis Chapel. It had been moved from an old movie set (remember the old Elvis movie Charro?  Neither do I.), reassembled, and painted inside to remember the King.  Available for weddings.  Sadly, there’s not much at Apachetown to hold our interest.  Ditto for Goldfield – a re-enactment of a goldmining town that might be the worst tourist trap ever.  Ugh.20150123_145043Saw this photo in the bar there – couldn’t get a good photo because of the glare.  I liked the hatlike effect of the lamp on W’s head.20150123_145618One last spot we need to explore is Tortilla Flats, which involves a torturous 12 mile drive down the Apache Trail.  It was a pretty hairy drive.  The National Forest campground there has been permanently closed, due to budget cuts. It’s a shame – such a gorgeous spot  near Canyon Lake.  We wander around for a bit, and reward ourselves by saddling up at the bar in Tortilla Flats for a beer.20150126_154344 Getting on the saddle was easy – but I’m so glad there’s no video of me trying to figure out how to gracefully remove my ass from the saddle to leave!

Finally, it’s Tuesday – our last day at Dutchman.  All week long, we had been eyeing our big challenge – the assault on the Flatiron Trail.  We’ve hiked all the other trails over the few days we’ve been here, and are now ready for the big ascent.  The Flatiron, in this photo, is the peak slightly in the background, smack in the center.20150127_175330 I’ve been staring at it all week, in anticipation of standing on the top, looking out over the Valley of the Sun.The problem is that it rained all Monday night, and Tuesday morning as well.  Not only did it delay our start, it also caused interesting complications.  But, we set our on foot from the Fireball, ready for a challenge.

Holy shit!  With the clay and sandstone surface slickened by rain, the hike was much tougher than it would ordinarily (probably) have been.  Hiking reports put the distance at around 6 miles (3 miles upward, then back).  The first two miles are a steady uphill trek, over a rocky, but very walkable trail.  We amble past Siphon Rock.20150127_110746 All was okay, until we hit the Basin, the valley beneath the mountain, where the maintained trail ends, and the wilderness trail begins. Altitude at the Basin is 3100′.20150127_114319All at once, the difficulty factor escalated.  The rain made the sheer, smooth slope out of the Basin impossible to stand up and walk.  It was discouraging.  Water was pouring down the surface.  We stared up at the Flatiron – the last mile of the trail had an altitude gain of nearly 1800′.  We sat, an had a heart to heart discussion about our ability to go the distance.  We would try to scramble up a few feet, only to slide back a foot.  What saved us?  Two hikers coming down, who assured us that it we could get over this tough section, it would get better.  So, we loaded our pockets with Cliffbars, and ditched our backpack with extra water, lunch, and hiking sticks.  Monkey-style, we clambered up the slick surface, heading up the big, steep unknown with a liter of water and high hopes

It was difficult.  Perhaps the most difficult hike we have attempted.  The water-slickened rocks required all our strength to haul ourselves forward.  It was steep!.  Handholds were few, and pitfalls were plenty. 20150127_121258 To complicate matters, trail markers were few and far between, and several years old.  Faded, and hard to spot.  A father/son hiking team came upon us.  We decided to stick together – four sets of eyes being better than two to spot trail markers.  We plodded on for the next hour, but it was very hard going. My shoulders and fingers ached from pulling myself up boulder after boulder.  There came a Moment of Truth – the realization that we were exhausted, the descent would be treacherous, and that the last hour to get up to the Flatiron summit would compromise our safe trip back to camp. 20150127_133051 So, we regretfully (and nearly tearfully) bid our hiking pals goodbye, and turned back.  I’m disappointed beyond reason.

So, what’s the real kick in the ass here?  I’ve been wearing this Garmin Vivofit step tracker.  It’s my motivator to keep moving.  After several hours of pushing and pulling myself over humongous boulders up the Flatiron Trail, I glanced at my bracelet.  Unbelievable!  20150127_133238The long red bar on the top left shows that I haven’t moved significantly in an hour, and the four short red bars to the right of that are additional 15 minute increments with no activity.  I’ve been killing myself, and my Vivofit thinks I’ve been napping!  Have to laugh, but really…………?  Were we moving that slowly?  Plus, after hours of walking, it shows that I’ve only gone 6000 steps.

Hotdogs over the fire tonight.  We’re barely moving.  Hot showers help, and we’re hoping that a good night’s sleep will revive us.  (Realtime Update…..it’s two days later, and we’re still stiff and sore.)

Onward to Catalina State Park, near Tucson.  I’ll have to extract my revenge on the Flatiron another day.