Some thoughts about traveling solo, and other wonderings

It’s not been a very exciting time around here since the Blogger-Fest in Quartzsite last Saturday.  Between working three days in the VC, and the cloudy/rainy weather I’ve just been taking care of necessary chores.  That leaves me plenty of time for my mind to wander. 

              Loggerhead Shrike.  All pics tonight are birds around the refuge on Sunday and Monday.

A week ago or so, Bayfield Al wrote the following in one of his posts: “I sometimes wonder about fellow RV’ers traveling solo.  They have by choice decided to travel on their own & I often wonder what their true thoughts are & how they really feel about that.”

That’s been playing on my mind ever since.  I had hoped to chat with Al about that at the Blogger-Fest, but there just wasn’t time, and there were so many people to get acquainted with.  So, I’ll just say a few words about it tonight.

                       Male Anna’s hummingbird getting duded up for the ladies. 

I, of course, can only speak for this solo traveler.  Rather than ‘having by choice’ chosen to travel alone, I’d say I travel solo because I have no choice.  If I want to travel, I have to do it alone.  I don’t have a partner willing to accompany me.  I think there’s a difference there.

                   “What do you think, ladies?  Am I not stunningly handsome and irresistible?”

That does not mean that I wouldn’t enjoy having someone to share the joys, excitement, and trials and tribulations of living on the road.  It just hasn’t worked out that way.  I’d still rather struggle on my own than sit in an apartment somewhere drying up and withering away.  Do I feel lonely?  Not very often.  I could go on in greater detail, but I think you get the drift.

The brittle bush are beginning to bloom.  I’d rather see these bees on the blooms than on my orange halves or hummingbird feeders.

As for ‘other wonderings’, I’ve got two tonight.  First of all, I have an indoor/outdoor piece of carpet on my patio that I have so Emma doesn’t always have to lie on the cement.  This is the dessert with low humidity, right?  We’ve had some rain, but nothing like what is found in other parts of the country.  So why does my carpet smell mildewed?  What’s up with that?

                    A noisy little Verdin enjoying my orange halves stuck on the mesquite tree.

Secondly concerns a dilemma with Emma.  I decided to splurge on new bowls for her inside.  One is for water, and the other is for food.  I’ve always had a small plastic combo feeding/watering dish, but it got broken.  I went with two small stainless steel bowls with rubber on the bottom that won’t slide around when traveling.  Well, she’ll readily drink water out of one of them, but won’t eat any food put in the other.  If I hold the food bowl in my hand, she’ll daintily eat out of it.  I don’t want to do that forever.  She gets a little good night snack of milk bone type things when I go to bed, and since I bought the new bowls those snacks are still in there every morning.  Any suggestions?

Well this post has gone on long enough.  The forecast is for more rain the next two days.  Ugh!  I suppose it will be beautiful for the days I have to go back to work.  One last thought on traveling solo.  Do you suppose someone could invent a mail-order husband company?? 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy