Snowbirding 2018 Postcards: Boating to Lunch at Parker

I’ve resumed my travels after nearly two months in southwestern Arizona and Southeastern California. The next 10 days or so will be spent making my way north along the Colorado River, with various stops in campgrounds where I can launch my little boat and get out on the water.

And that’s exactly what I did yesterday. I’ve got a riverfront campsite at Buckskin State Park north of Parker, AZ. I launched my boat yesterday morning and, after changing into shorts and a sleeveless shirt — in February! — Penny and I made the 9+ mile drive downriver to the Bluewater Casino in Parker.

The engine started rough with the usual excess of smoke but soon smoothed out and the smoke went away. I brought it up to nearly full throttle, which got me a whopping 30 miles per hour of speed. The ride down was on nearly glassy water; other than a handful of kayakers, I was the only boater out there.

The Bluewater has a huge marina with dozens of empty slips, but I pulled in at a waterfront restaurant called The Cantina, where I was able to dock right out front.

My boat docked at the Cantina on the Colorado River.

The Cantina was mostly a bar and I had low expectations of the food on the small menu. With relatively low prices, I expected small servings, too. I was wrong on both points. The smoked tri-tip on flatbread with melted mozzarella was big and tasty. I ate outside in the sun, overlooking the river and marina. I wound up taking the chili cheese fries back to camp with me; I later reheated them with dinner.

I headed back at around 1:30 PM. By that time, the restaurant was busy with newly arrived weekenders in town for the big truck race and there were more boats on the stretch of river between Parker and Buckskin. I motored back at around the same speed. Back at Buckskin, I parked at the marina dock, which was technically closed; I thought it would be easier and safer than anchoring it in the water at my campsite, especially with the changes in water levels due to dam releases upstream.

It had been my first boat outing in over a month and it felt good to be out on the water again. I’ll take it out again today and tomorrow and then move it to Lake Havasu, just upriver from Parker Dam, on Monday.

Snowbirding 2018 Postcards: Overnight At Plomosa Camp

After nearly a full month in Quartzsite, AZ, I finally hit the road.

I had waited around most of the day for a package that never arrived and finally gave up at 3 PM. I made one stop to top off my propane tanks and headed north on Route 95. Eight miles up was the turn for the BLM Plomosa 14 day camp area. I drove about a mile and a half up the paved road and then took a right. A while later, I had settled into an area where I was removed from my neighbors and had a good, unobstructed view of the sunset.

I made carne asada for dinner — I had purchased the raw, prepackaged, marinated meat at Blythe earlier in the week. It took only a minute to set up the grill and get the meat sizzling. I had a nice salad with an avocado to go with it. I ate outside, where the sun was quickly sinking toward the horizon and the very warm air was beginning to cool.

Afterward, I launched the drone. I did a live broadcast on Periscope, which is no small feat. It didn’t get many views. When I stopped the broadcast, I took a few minutes to get some aerial photos of the area, including these photos of my camp.

Aerial photo of my camp at Plomosa.

Aerial photo of my camp at Plomosa.

Sunset at my campsite.

I should mention here that if I had planned to stay more than one night, I would’ve driven further into the desert to be farther from any neighbors. As it is, I’m really not that close to other campers, although I am a bit closer to the main road than I like to be.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll get an early start and I head out to Parker, AZ. I’m in desperate need of clean clothes and the laundromat there is both clean and cheap.

If all goes well, I’ll be in my boat on the Colorado River before sunset tomorrow evening. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, it feels good to be back in the desert, away from the freeway, and on the road again.

Snowbirding 2018: Intaglio Hunting by Drone

We apparently found what we were looking for but didn’t know until much later.

Boating Trail Guide Book Cover
This little book was written for folks in kayaks and canoes, but still has good information for a shallow draft boat like my Sea Rayder.

Back in November, when I was still home planning my snowbirding trip, I stumbled upon a PDF booklet titled Colorado River Boating Trail Guide: Blythe to Imperial Dam. My little sport jet boat was already in Arizona with my camper, waiting for my return and I knew I’d be spending part of December and possibly January camping along the river. I needed destinations to explore and this little book had them.

Mohave Wash Entry
Here’s the entry for Mohave Wash. Seems pretty straightforward, no? Just boat down to the jetties.

Fast forward to December. I was camping out with my friend Janet along the Colorado River south of Ehrenberg, AZ and thumbed through a printed copy of the book that I’d brought with me. (It’s only 16 pages.), I found an interesting entry on page 6 for Mohave Wash. It mentioned the Ripley intaglios, which I’d never heard of. At the time, we were camped on one of the many backwaters at about river mile 7.5; Mohave Wash was at river mile 11.5, only four miles away. It seemed like a good destination for a test drive of my newly repaired boat.

(Yes, my boat broke on this trip. Fortunately, the problem occurred before we left the backwaters for a ride on the river and I was able to limp back to camp. Later, I got it to limp back to the boat ramp and onto the trailer for a ride to the boat shop in Blythe, which was probably pretty happy to have the business right before Christmas. It was the forward/reverse cable, but I got the throttle cable replaced, too. The boat was gone for a week and when I got it back in the water, I was very anxious to get it out on the water for testing.)

Janet, Penny, Dually (Janet’s dog), and I headed out on December 26 as soon as the water was high enough to get out of the backwaters. (The water levels varied throughout the day based on the demand for power from Parker Dam 70+ miles upstream and irrigation needs in California. The backwaters and river generally became navigable for my little boat after noon each day and remained that way until after sunset.) The throttle worked more smoothly than ever before. It was a warm, sunny day and it felt good to feel a 30 mph wind in my hair as we sped down the river at my little boat’s top speed. We kept an eye out for shallow water and found some, but the boat’s shallow draft let us glide over it.

After a while, we saw some bluffs off to the left and figured they must be the ones in the description. We began looking for the jetties.

And didn’t find them.

Maybe my idea of a “jetty” differs from the person who wrote that book. My idea of a jetty is a finger of land or rock that juts out perpendicularly (or nearly so) into a body of water. I think of the rock jetties jutting out into the Atlantic Ocean for erosion control. Or the jetties on either side of the entrance to a harbor. There was nothing even remotely resembling that along the river.

Yet here were the bluffs that the intaglios were supposed to be on top off. And we’d gone about four miles. This had to be it.

I pulled off into the shallow water on the Arizona side and we got out. It was a dumb spot; there was nothing to tie off onto. So I moved the boat to a new spot where Janet found a huge rock to tie the boat to. The water made an eddy there, so there wasn’t much chance of the boat leaving without us. We got on shore. Janet brought her fishing pole and I brought my drone.

Of course I did. I had no intention of climbing to the top of bluffs to find something I could only see from the air.

While Janet fished, I launched the drone, using my sweatshirt as a landing pad. I sent it up over the bluffs with the lens pointed straight down and studied the images it sent back to me. I took video (or thought I did), landed, swapped batteries, and took off again. On the second flight, I snapped a few photos. I didn’t see anything resembling an intaglio on screen.

Beached on the Colorado
A drone’s eye view of the “jetty” (?) where we stopped along the river.

I landed the drone again and we packed up to go. The bluffs were large and it seemed that the chances of me finding anything on my two short flights was very slim. I was disappointed, but not too surprised.

We got back into the boat, cast off, and drifted back into the current. I started the engine and we went a mile or two farther down river before turning around and going back to camp. It had been a nice outing, despite my failure to find the intaglios.

Days later, I offloaded the drone images from its MicroSD card to one of the portable hard disks I use to archive my photos. I took a look at what I’d shot. That’s when I realized that I didn’t have the video camera running during that first flight so I had no visual record of it. But the photos I took during the second flight were there and I took a quick look at them.

And got a pleasant surprise.

Although I didn’t see anything on the screen during the flights, the two random photos I took while over the bluffs both revealed intaglio figures.

Ripley Intaglios
I was very surprised to see the intaglios in this image. I wonder what I missed when I thought the video camera was running?

Ripley Intaglios
Here’s a closeup of that part of the image.

Ripley Intaglios
I didn’t notice the figure in this photo until I looked at it in preparation for writing this blog post.

Ripley Intaglios
Here’s a closeup. This is definitely man made. (So are the tire tracks nearby.)

Seeing that I managed to capture intaglios on both of the two images I shot while over the bluffs makes me wonder what else I missed.

Of course, I do have the GPS coordinates, so it would be easy enough to go back and explore some more. I’d probably drive, though; there is a road nearby and the bluffs aren’t that high. Seems like a good destination for next year’s trip to this part of Arizona.

If you’re interested in intaglios, be sure to check out this post: “Snowbirding 2018 Postcards: The Blythe Intaglios.”

And these are both great examples of how a drone can be used to see and capture images of things that simply can’t be appreciated from the ground.

Snowbirding 2018: At Tyson Wells

An update on this year’s snowbirding trip.

Regular blog readers probably know that for the fourth (or fifth?) winter in a row, I’ve gone south with my RV to escape the dreary weather and short days in the Wenatchee area of Washington where I live. Once again, I’ve gone to Arizona, where I visited with friends and then camped out along the Colorado River with a friend and later at the Holtville Hot Spring in California.

My Booth(s)

Although I’d planned to spend some time boating and camping at Martinez Lake north of Yuma, electrical issues with my RV brought me north to Quartzsite about a week early. I decided to take a booth at the Tyson Wells Gem and Rock Show, mostly because it was a cheap campsite with water and electrical hookup. I figured I’d set up my Tyson Wells booth early and see if I could make any sales.

The day after I got there, I decided to invest in a canvas skirt for the overhang on my truck camper. Let me explain. My RV is what’s called a “slide-in truck camper.” It basically sits in the bed of my big Ford F350 diesel pickup with the part containing my sleeping area over the cab of the truck. When I park someplace for longer than a day or two, I take the camper off the truck. The camper has motorized legs that come down and lift it up, I drive the truck away, and then I lower the camper down closer to the ground. Although I don’t need them, I have a pair of heavy duty collapsable saw horses that I put under the body of the camper; they hold about half its weight and stabilize it while it’s off the truck. The overhang where my sleeping area is is still high enough for me to walk under. Adding a canvas skirt around it gives me a sheltered storage area for my bike and the items I’ve been toting around in my boat. It’s like adding a storage shed to my camping setup. This would come in handy the following week.

Unfortunately, the space I got for the gem show was in a lightly trafficked part of the show and sales were virtually non-existent. Fortunately, another space opened up in a better part of the show and I moved into it. But since it was a single-sized (14×28) spot — instead of a double-sized (28×28) spot like my original spot — I had to get creative. Instead of setting up my 10×10 shelter, which would not have fit in the spot with my camper, I backed my camper in, pulled the truck out, and set up that canvas skirt. I then used the space inside it as my booth, simply removing the front panel every day. Because no one needs to come into my booth — everything is done at a table along the show aisle — there are no worries about tall people hitting their heads. At night, I snap and zip the front panel on to close the booth.

The new spot was much better. Although I didn’t sell any of the aerial photo services I wanted to sell, I had a brisk business selling sky lanterns. Sky lanterns — paper hot air balloons — are extremely popular out here where there are tens of thousands of people camped out in the desert, mostly in groups with evening campfires. I found a supplier of “eco-friendly” sky lanterns — no wires in the frame — with built-in fuel cells. This gave me a competitive edge a week later when the Sell-A-Rama show started and a competitor started selling slightly cheaper sky lanterns. Everyone who uses sky lanterns feels some guilt about littering the desert; wire-free lanterns helps them feel a little less guilty.


I set off some sky lanterns with friends at their campsite the other night. Here’s a video of one launch.

Of course, I had to move again for Sell-A-Rama. I waited until my friends had moved into their triple spot next door with their massive fifth wheel camper and then I backed my camper into one of my two spots, pulled out the truck, and parked in my spot beside it. I’d been told that in order to have a full hookup site for Sell-A-Rama, I needed a double spot. This is an unfortunate management decision; forcing vendors to pay for space they don’t need leaves a lot of gaps in the show area and makes it tougher for vendors to earn enough to cover booth fees. Although my friends wanted me to set up my 10×10 shelter, I couldn’t see any reason to do so — it meant a lot more setup and teardown work and stress when one of Quartzsite’s famous windstorms come through. My “camper booth” met all my needs and was very easy to manage. And I liked the idea of being able to park my truck beside my camper.

My booth at Sell-A-Rama
The final incarnation of my booth at Tyson Wells. I bought the kayak for my own use but stuck a price tag on it just to see if someone would buy it.

Sell-A-Rama is the biggest show at Tyson Wells. It’s held the same time as the big RV and Vacation show across the street at a time when Quartzsite has the most winter visitors. There has to be at least 10,000 RVs parked out in the desert and every day all those people come into town to shop or at least look at what’s being offered. My new location gets a lot of traffic and I’ve sold about 200 sky lanterns so far — at 3 for $10. (If I’d known I’d sell so many, I would have bought at wholesale prices and turned a better profit.) I’ve also done aerial photos of campsites for three clients and booth photos for two vendors. I do all this with my Mavic Pro; you can see many of the photos I’ve been taking in a Google Drive folder I set up for public access.

The Vendors

I’ve learned a few things about the folks who do this kind of work. Many are year-round vendors — they go from show to show selling whatever it is that they sell and living in their RVs, sometimes on site like here or sometimes offsite. It’s not an easy life. They come to a show and spend hours setting up their booths — putting up a shelter structure, setting out tables or shelves, and putting out merchandise. In the morning, they take down whatever tarps or canvas protected their merchandise overnight, then spend the day sitting in the booth, selling and watching out for shoplifters. They often eat meals in their booth and they seldom get breaks. At the end of the day, they cover it all back up and get some time to themselves. They do this every day for as long as the show lasts — in this case, 10 days. Then, at the end, they stow whatever merchandise is left, tear down the booth, clean up their space, and head off to their next gig.

The folks who seem to do the best are the food vendors who have to charge high fees because their booths are more costly and they need additional permits for food service. Other folks who do well are the ones with inexpensive items that are either fun or deemed “necessary.” For example, one couple sell hand-painted wooden signs with fun sayings on them; they paint the signs and even do custom ones and sell them for just $10 each. They can actually make new inventory on site and do so most days. Another very large booth that’s under a tent sells cheap tools and other household items. They must have hundreds of different items in there ranging in price from 25¢ to $5 each. I think it’s impossible to walk through without finding an item you “need.”

The Shoppers

The people who come to these shows are mostly retired. What really shocks and bothers me, however, is how many of them:

  • Ride around on “mobility devices” when they probably don’t need to. It’s one thing if you are unable to walk or cannot walk long distances, but another when you’re just plain lazy. Time and time again, throughout the day, I’m reminded of the scene in Wall-E, with fat people getting around on chairs.
  • Carry their dogs around in modified baby strollers or baby carriers. Seriously: I see hundreds of strollers a day and have yet to see one with a human child in it. Instead, they wheel around their dogs. I even saw one woman wearing her dog on her chest with its legs sticking straight out. There’s something sick about this.

Yesterday, I saw an overweight man riding a two-seater mobility device that was pulling a wagon with two dogs in it with a two-wheeled shopping cart in tow behind that. He rolled down the aisle slowly, moving just his head to take in the view of the booths he passed. If I had my phone handy, I would have taken a photo and plastered it all over Twitter to give my followers something to laugh at.

Yet there are many other people who are walking around — sometimes with obvious difficulty — because they’re not lazy SOBs and still have enough pride to move under their own power. Some of them have walkers with wheels and little seats they can use to rest when they need to. I have a lot of respect for these people — and very little for those who can obviously move a lot better under their own power yet choose to ride around on electric carts.

In general, all of the shoppers are looking for a deal. They only things they want to buy are things that are novel or would score points with friends/family members or are cheap. I hear all day about what a great idea my aerial photos are, but none of the folks saying that seem the least bit interested in spending $29.95 to get a photo. Yet if I offered to do it for free, I’m sure they’d be all over it.

My ADD

Montana Agate
This is my first sterling silver wrap. The stone is a Montana Moss Agate, beautifully polished to a teardrop shaped translucent cabochon. (I really love Montana Agate.) Many thanks to my friend Dorothy for walking me through the process, providing tips, and letting me use her silver supply.

Yellow Jasper
Mike, another vendor here, gave me this odd-shaped cabochon of yellow feather jasper. I wrapped it in antiqued copper. He was so tickled when I showed it to him that he gave me another cab to wrap.

As anyone who knows me might imagine, I’m having a serious problem spending all day in one place. Although I had my booth open promptly at 9 AM for the show’s starting dates, I’ve slacked off more than a little since then. I almost didn’t open at all on Tuesday. Making sales has been motivating me; I’m eager to sell out on the third batch of 80 sky lanterns I ordered, which arrived on Tuesday afternoon, mostly because I don’t want to have to store them for the rest of my travels.

The one thing that is really making booth time bearable is my new jewelry wrapping hobby. I’ve made about 10 pieces so far and am getting better with each one. Of course, I’m spending all my sky lantern sales proceeds on supplies for that — I’ve got a stockpile of about 40 cabochons, including several that were gifted to me by cab makers who want to encourage my efforts. After working with a jewelry maker friend, Dorothy, on my first piece with real silver wire, I placed an order for more silver to make finer quality pieces. I’ve also begun exploring other wrapping methods using hammered copper wire. So I sit in my booth and make jewelry while people walk by and tell me what a great idea the aerial photos are (but don’t buy), occasionally getting up to explain how a sky lantern works and pocket $10 for three of them. I usually close up my booth by 4 PM — a full hour before quitting time — mostly so I can see what’s going on at the rest of the show and across the road at the RV show.

My Takeaway

I guess the biggest problem I have about living here at the show is being in my little box among dozens of other little boxes with people in them. When I camp out in the desert, I sleep with the blinds open; here, I feel a need to close them. I don’t see as many stars at night. When I watch the sunrise from my window, it’s hard to see past the banners and wires and balloons. I hear trucks on the freeway. It’s like living in a city.

Mexican Booth Mexican Booth Closeup
Here’s the view from my booth: a large booth manned by four Mexican men selling Mexican-made blankets, ponchos, wallets, and belts. It’s pretty weird looking at Frida Kahlo and Jesus at the Last Supper every day.

But I don’t regret it. Even if I don’t earn enough to cover my booth fees — which appears likely at this point — I don’t regret spending the money to try this kind of life, even for just three to four weeks. My friend Janet, who is an amazing artist, has been doing this show (and others) for years and I’ve always been curious about it. Now I’m not curious anymore.

Will I do it again? Probably not.

Today is Thursday. In about a half hour, Janet and I will go for our morning “power walk.” Then I’ll come back, take a shower in my tiny bathroom, and put on clean clothes. I’ll have my booth open by 10 AM, just as the old folks start shambling down the aisle, reading my sign (“Aerial Photos of Your Campsite!”) out loud — why do old people always do that? — and pointing to my sky lanterns and saying “that’s what we saw in the sky last night!”

Just a few more days. Then I pack up and get back on the road. I’ll be boating on Lake Havasu or paddling up the Bill Williams River this time next week.