Neither Here, Nor There

As nomads, we strive to go from place we want to be, to place we want to be. That likely goes without saying. Some of the time those places are just too far apart to make it in a single weekend, so we are forced to stay in between for my work week.

Sometimes these in between places are absolutely amazing and we enjoy them greatly. This wasn’t one of those times.

Kendra has a double black belt in trip planning, but no one is perfect. We had a wonderful experience staying at an Olive farm in California a couple years ago, so when she sad we were staying at an Elderberry farm for a week I felt pretty positive about it. Unfortunately the Elderberry farm turned out to be someone’s front yard that they opened up for boondocking so they could meet their proselytizing quota without putting much effort into it.

It was a neighborhood of people who wanted to pretend they were ranchers and turned their few acres of land into a facsimile of ranches. So, lots of fly’s from farm animals kept in too little space, a strong smell of shit, and a very awkward place to crash. We did stay one night, but then spent the remainder of the week in Delta, Utah. Also not a grand place, but a definite upgrade.

The “Elderberry” farm with a handful of tiny elderberry bushes planted in a bad location for berries.

Devils Den Trail

During the week we went out one evening and found a lovely hike. We saw a storm blowing in and turned back just short of the peak. That was sad, but the right decision as we got home to a torrential downpour with heavy winds and a couple open windows on Torta. Luckily the rain had less than a minute to get inside before we charged in soaking wet to close them.

Out My Front Door

When I finish my work day, the first thing I like to do is go out and walk for a few miles. It is my way of relaxing and letting go of the work stress. Chimacum spoiled me with three parks and a monument all in easy walking distance. Delta provided a farm field I did laps around. However, the lack of interesting views gave me an insight.

Many times I have seen tumbleweeds blowing in the desert, but never before had I realized what plant became tumbleweeds. They were growing thick around the field and I did three laps before I finally realized what I was seeing. So below you will find the lifecycle of the common tumbleweed…. I think. My speculation is that they grow near water sources and when that dries up the plant dries up, breaks off in the wind and blows dropping seeds hoping to find another scarce water source. Purely my own speculation.

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May peace find you

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