Life on the road…..
So I have downgraded my body ache from “hit by a truck” to “hit by a Volkswagen” and I am managing it with 2 Ibuprofen a day. The bruising around my groin area is about the color of the tahoe and that’s where most of the pain lives. I am walking countless miles along the gravel roads that are so common in this area (still apprehensive about wandering off into the desert as I had been doing) while my bike sits idle. After my follow up visit with the doctor, I should be able to ride again. I am having some side effects from the drugs I’m on….mostly trouble sleeping and weird appetite swings. I actually grossed myself out by eating fish at Long John Silver’s…..and liked it! Hard to compare that with the fresh trout I’ve been eating. Oh wait, I have one more trout left in the freezer. Dang!… I forgot about that. Sounds like Sunday dinner. All in all I’m doing well and ready to get back into life.
I want to thank my family for the flowers and support. You are the best and I love you all so very much. But I especially want to thank my 4 daughters for being the best corps/core family I could have asked for. They called every day and spent time talking and video chatting with me. You have no idea how much I needed that…Thank You! You all came through in a way only a father with this much love can appreciate. You literally saved my life. At that point when I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive, I thought of you all and how mad you would be if I died like this. So I fought back….because you don’t EVER want to piss these 4 women off collectively.
The VA clinic closest to me in Kingman can’t even give me an appointment for follow up until December…Hang on, I feel some government rage coming on. OK, it passed. So my best option is to go to the VA hospital in Las Vegas and walk into the emergency room. Maybe I’ll fake passing out or something. Anyway, a few days in Las Vegas doesn’t sound all that bad and I found an RV resort that is giving discounts to veterans. That along with my Passport America discount means I can stay for a week for less than 100 bucks….and they have a pool and hot tub…
I went to Lake Havasu on Tuesday looking for a place to launch the kayak. Found a great spot and one of the locals said it’s about the only spot because the lakeshore is mostly high cliffs. Pretty cool area with stark mountain backgrounds. I should be ready to check it out in a couple of weeks. The guys I talked to also said the fishing is great, so it sounds like my kinda lake.
On Friday I visited Laughlin, NV and spent some time wandering around the Riverfront Casino and Hotel. Quite the “Family” place with a little gaming room for the kids…HHMMMM?? They also had a collection of antique cars on one floor of the hotel that was free to visit. Great way to spend an afternoon out of the 108 degree heat.
Along Route 66 you see many places where people have stacked rocks (known as cairns). The historical reason for this is merely a way to define trails and direction. Travelers have used this method for centuries to lay out trails in the desert and to help fellow travelers find their way. They also offer important information about trails. Such as where the next drop off is…good to know. As these symbols are present along a paved road such as Route 66, one has to wonder at their more modern meaning. To be on the safe side, I erected my own stone tribute, thanking the spirits that inhabit the mountain for watching over me.
My plan to winter in Oatman with the burros seems to have hit a minor snag. While I was having my heart attack someone else became interested in the spot. So now I have to wait another week to see if this person takes it. I guess if it was meant to be, it will work out. Of course as I spend time in the town (I go there every day) I have discovered some disconcerting attributes. Linda, who appears to be the unofficial “Mayor” says…”don’t drink the water”. Always bring in bottled water from Fort Mojave. OK, I can live with that. But to pay a water bill for water you shouldn’t drink?? The guy who owns this spot also owns the water company…and most everything else in Oatman. Talk about a monopoly. When I asked her about gold prospecting…”sure, plenty of people prospect around here, but don’t wander onto anyone’s land…they tend to shoot first”. She did tell me that once I get settled and meet a few of the 128 residents, they’ll be happy to help me out…if they like me. Of course there are 4 bars and no laundromat. Who lives in a town with 4 bars and no laundromat? Stinky people with beer breath…that’s who! Can I live with having to travel 30 miles to do laundry? Why not, the place smells like burros anyway…no one will suspect that I’ve been wearing the same underwear for a week. And there’s burro poop that needs to be cleaned up ALL the time…and one morning a horny burro decided to “get a little” right in front of my spot! What an odd place…..I love it! I really want this thing to work out, so we’ll see. I don’t really have a backup plan if it doesn’t. Maybe drop down about 300 miles to pick up interstate 10 and head back east. They say Florida is a great place to spend the winter.
The Adventure Continues…..