January 15th: This morning when we were all up and alert, we enthusiastically went in search of the local ghost town :-)
I watched Bleu's antics for a while while drinking my coffee … and Holland checked the Bank Balance before we left home - and was happy to tell me that Del Pueblo RV Resort had been forced to return the overcharge we disputed; and sicced our Banking Accountant on:
(((THANK YOU, ELOHIM!)))
But we will never go back there, again: it wasn't so much the over charge as much as it was the illegal tapping of our bank account - we never gave them that information; the only way they could have accessed it was through an illegal tap. So, they've permanently been denied any access - legal, or otherwise: and we'll never go back.
For our adventure today, I drove the first leg of our journey - then Holland drove the sketchy parts; and back home again.
GPS said it would be a 1-1/2 hour drive up Plomosa Road-AZ.
We drove forward, and enjoyed the freedom and unique beauty of the AZ desert.
Two semi-trucks passed us in the opposite lane along the route, and Holland said there must be a town somewhere up ahead, and that this BLM Land must be a truck route, also. I said that I didn't read anything online about any town between Point A and Point B.
It turned out that Holland was right in thinking there was a regular desert town between Point A and Point B ;-)
The drive through modern Bouse is a short hop-skip-and a jump; eventually we came to a junction featuring a through-way highway (left & right) that would take us to Parker if we turned left; and a gravel road straight ahead, that GPS was telling us would lead us to our goal: we drove straight ahead - over train rails.
And saw a small building labeled, "Museum"; so, we stopped for a look-see ;-)
We didn't get out of the truck though because we didn't want to waste any time getting to the actual tourist-advertised ghost town. We snapped off a few pictures, and moved forward.
Holland took over driving once we got to the 'Primitive Road' sign - I would have continued driving, but I knew Holland would be more comfortable taking the lead on unfamiliar roads.
Reviews I had read about this place were supposed to be helpful: they weren't :-(
We lost the GPS signal shortly after the first porta potty sighting; so we were 'winging it' by recalling what I had researched online, and what I could recall from Trip Advisor Reviews concerning the Swansea Ghost Town.
There were no road signs of any sort to guide us along, at any point since we left paved roadway (other than Flash Flood warning signs) - one would think that since tourism was Bouse's main source of income, they would have guiding road signs to point people along the search for their mining ghost town, they take such pride in.
Forging ahead on our quest, we drove Betsy over some pretty deep ruts that had apparently been set when the road was wet following the recent rainstorm, and began to climb in elevation.
As the rocks in the roadway got larger, and deeper, we called it a Day, and turned around.
The rock was so loose that Betsy's tires sunk deep, and the rocky depth was nearing the spoiler bumper: we didn't want to risk tearing that off … or damaging the underside of our 4x, so we carefully turned around and headed back down to stabler ground. Betsy is our only mode of transportation, and we need her in tip-top shape to haul Independence around from place to place. It was a disappointing end to our adventure, but there was no other choice.
We have a 4x vehicle, but as the incline got steeper - and the rock got deeper … we were worrying about the possibility of high-centering and getting dug in; no road traffic, and no civilization in sight for miles if we found ourselves in wilderness trouble.
It was a mutually prudent decision to turn back.
We had been driving around for 51 miles in the desert (after about 10 miles on paved road, before driving on gravel/dirt road): and deciding to give the adventure one more try to reveal itself to us, Holland turned left, and flagged a guy on a caterpillar down: and the local didn't know what we were talking about … despite it being all over the internet.
It was time to go back to Quartzsite.
It's a ghost town alright … even local people don't know where it is: it shows up on the internet now and then to draw in tourists - but other than that, it gaslights people ;-)
Driving back through the modern town, we took our time to check it out: there were a lot of historical relics to see … maybe all the ghost town stuff had been shifted to here ;-)
We had spent 4 hours on the road, and it was enjoyable.
We had a lot of fun :-)
Betsy parked, and all of us back inside Independence relaxing; Bleu enjoyed some beefy dog chow … and Holland and I enjoyed a big, tasty salad, with juicy slices of garlic bread on the side.
After Supper; Bleu slept, Holland researched some stuff online - and I tuned into the Iowa Caucus results while working on some flip-flops to wear when the weather gets warmer.
Both Holland and I were excited to see that President Trump had seriously taken the lead :-)
President Trump reminds me a little of General Patton, and isn't it ironic that the nazis of WWII feared and hated Patton … and the nazis in DC intent on inciting WWIII in America - and across the globe - fear and hate Trump, like no one else in modern History; and no matter how they try to destroy him, their schemes meet with utter failure.
With their votes, The People spoke loud and clear tonight.
The People are sick and tired of being bullied by the obamanite-demonrats: they are not going to be told what to do, how to think, who to get behind, politically.
The People are fed up with an American Congress that is 95% seated with obamanite-demonrat Anti-Americans, pushing obamanite Anti-American agenda's.
The People are sick of watching a doddering, senile old man destroy our Country; our economy; our sovereign borders; our children's future with warped social studies, and twisted ideologies; our Nation's Judea-Christian foundation; our military; our freedoms, with scientific twaddle; and relentlessly going after a man they hate with a rabid ferocity … in general, across the board … The People are tired of the wicked DC nonsense.
In Iowa today, there was no gaslighting happening.
Today was a good Day, from start to finish :-)
All in all, it looks like an interesting trip!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was :-)
DeleteThanks for stopping by with a quick "Hi" - have a funtastic week!
Trump is my guy too. Wow, I'll say that was a gaslighting wild goose chase for sure. I'm sure you guys were nervous about the rocks and incline. You got some great pics though.
ReplyDeleteThanks bunches for taking me with you and sharing your adventure with Sweet Tea & Friends this month sweet friend.
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DeleteHave a funtastic week, Paula - always glad to share with you ;-)