Wednesday, March 17, 2010

going back to Truth or Consequences?

Clark dry lake in Anza Borrego.
In a week, I'll mosey back toward Truth of Consequences just for a few weeks to go to a medical appt mid April in Albuquerque and then to Arkansas to pick up another TW200 I bought to replace the one I have. Nothing wrong with mine, but the new one has all the modifications I want for traveling. I'll have proper racks and bags, upgraded everything. I'll be able to go fast enough to keep up with traffic and not worry about my stuff falling off. I've been here in Salton Sea for about a month and feel it's time to get out and see more.

I've packed the TW for bare bones camping. That means no internet connection and not much else either. I hope to do most of my traveling like this and back to the truck to resupply. I have a week's stuff with me and I'll see how that goes. I'll be in the Borrego Badlands and roam around as my whims take me. There won't be much to camping, only a tent, pad and sleeping bag. My time will be spent riding around. I feel like this is the trip I really came to be on and it's now starting. I'm not one to piss and moan about my physical issues, suffice it to say that I finally feel ready to take this on.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

San Diego and back to Salton

Rode the TW from Salton to Lakeside to be a tourist for a few days in San Diego with Kellie. That's her on the left and her friend D who's family has guest passes to all things museum. We got an assortment and headed to the harbor to see the Midway aircraft carrier.

D's whole family is artistic and their house is loaded with interesting stuff like this stained glass.

Welcomed aboard


On over to the Prado in Balboa Park. I feel so at home here; we lived nearby when I was in grammar school and the park was my playground.
and back to Salton on Sunday. Great fun on curvy roads.

The powerline road was easy to follow, but I started getting thirsty.

Back at the center of town (an intersection) the Alamo Resturant had the solution.

The rest of the town civic area. This is only half of the municipal building and one of the rooms is the library open twice a week. This is where I've been blogging.

The marina never did sell out after the big fish die off. Someone must still be watching for the fish to come back.
The beaches are made up of bones and shells.

No sand, just bones.

Abandoned RV park with Therese and Suzanne. We rode there on quads.