With mid-morning temps at 40F and a slight mist in the calm air, Pheebs and I set off east down Bayfield Road. We didn't have a destination until I thought of one, so without further ado, we headed ourselves in the direction of the Bannockburn Conservation Area. I had my fingers crossed that nobody would be there and there wasn't.
|A TOUCH OF MIST IN THE MORNING'S COOL AIR
|STILL A FEW SWATCHES OF SNOW LEFT IN A FEW FARMER'S FIELDS
|WE ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO HAVE A GREEN CHRISTMAS
|MIST HANGING LOW IN A ROADSIDE FOREST
|A FAVORITE TREE THAT I HAVE TAKEN MANY PICTURES OF OVER THE YEARS
|AREA CREEKS AND STREAMS ARE FLOWING FREELY
|ENJOYING HER MORNING JEEP RIDE
|THIS IS THE PARKING LOT TRAIL HEAD
|LOTS OF WONDERFUL NEW SMELLS ALONG THE WAY
|LOVE THE SOUNDS OF A BABBLING BROOK
|HEADING BACK TO THE JEEP
Over our RVing years, we were fortunate enough to spend a number of Christmas Eves and Christmas days in different locations in the Great American Southwest. Without snow on the ground, it never did seem quite like Christmas to us but that was okay. We were always so happy to be somewhere warmer surrounded by enchanting desert vistas rimmed by beautiful mountain ranges all around, fiery sunrises, and sunsets on either end of big starry night skies with diamonds shimmering from mountain top to mountain top. Below are a few Christmas Eve or Christmas Day photos from each year of our travels.
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2007 FOUND US IN BORREGO SPRINGS CALIFORNIA DOING LAUNDRY
|SITTING ON SANTA'S KNEE IN COLUMBAS NEW MEXICO 2006
|CHRISTMAS EVE DESERT CAMPFIRE BETWEEN OGILBY ROAD AND THE MUCHACHO MOUNTAINS WEST OF YUMA ARIZONA IN 2008
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2009 WITH RV BLOGGER FRIENDS JERRY AND SUZY IN BENSON, ARIZONA
|CHRISTMAS DAY DINNER IN OUR RIG SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ELFRIDA ARIZONA AND THE SWISS HELM MOUNTAINS 2010
|CHRISTMAS DAY AT THE RANCH CLEANING CORRALS NEAR MCNEIL ARIZONA 2011.... IT WAS PHEEBS FIRST CHRISTMAS IN THE SOUTHWEST
|CHRISTMAS DAY AT OUR HOUSE IN CONGRESS ARIZONA 2012
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2013 WE WERE BOONDOCKED WEST OF THE KOFA MOUNTAINS SOUTHEAST OF QUARTZSITE ARIZONA AND SPENT THE DAY ON A ROUGH AND TUMBLE JEEP DRIVE INTO THE KOFA'S QUEEN CANYON....BOTH KELLY AND PHEEBS CAN BE SEEN IN THIS PHOTO
|ON CHRISTMAS MORNING 2014 WE HIKED UP GHOST MOUNTAIN TO THE OLD MARSHAL SOUTH HOMESTEAD IN THE BLAIR VALLEY SOUTHWEST OF BORREGO SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA
|STRIKING MY MARSHAL SOUTH POSE ATOP GHOST MOUNTAIN AT YAQUITEPEC
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2015 FOUND US IN WENDEN ARIZONA HEADING HOME TO CONGRESS AFTER THE DESERT WINDS BLEW US OUT OF BORREGO SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA
|CHRISTMAS 2016 AGAIN FOUND US BOONDOCKED AT THE CLARK DRY LAKE BED NORTH OF BORREGO SPRINGS AND ON CHRISTMAS DAY WE DID A COUPLE BIG DESERT HIKES....HERE IS KELLY BETWEEN HIKES IN OCOTILLO WELLS ON THE PHONE TO HER MOTHER IN SPENCERPORT, NEW YORK
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2017 FOUND US MAKING OUR WAY TO THE SOUTHWEST THROUGH DALLAS TEXAS
|CHRISTMAS DAY 2018 FOUND US STILL IN BAYFIELD ONLY DAYS AWAY FROM HEADING OFF TO THE SOUTHWEST FOR WHAT TURNED OUT TO BE OUR LAST RV TRAVELING YEAR
Al's Music Box:)) The Old Lamplighter is a popular song written by Nat Simon, with lyrics by Charles Tobias. The song was published in 1946. The lyrics sentimentalize and memorialize the profession of lamplighters, who walked city streets at dusk turning on the gas-powered streetlamps and turning them off again at dawn. In 1960, the song was a major country-pop hit for The Browns, released as a single early that year. It went on to become a major top-ten hit.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A Few Points To Ponder::
- Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.
- On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.
- You are slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
- Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.
- I'd love to live life in the fast lane, but I'm married to a speed bump.
On the way to preschool, a doctor had left his stethoscope on the car seat, and his little girl picked it up and began playing with it. "Be still, my heart," thought the doctor. "My daughter wants to follow in my footsteps!" Then the child spoke into the instrument, "Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"