While leaving Death Valley, I got a late start, after dumping/filling various tanks. I also got caught up in a tour at Scotty’s castle at my exit from Death Valley. Very interesting place, and legend. Glad I did not miss it!
I finally got out of AZ, now near Hawthorne, NV. This spot has a post card perfect view over Walker Lake, and I am (currently) about 1/2 mile from the nearest person. Actually, there are only two or three campers here! Too bad I am not a fisherman, like Carl is. Who is Carl, you ask?
On the way in yesterday, as I tried to get into one spot on this lake, and ran into a crusty Vietnam Vet that has been camping alone for 20 (?) years. This site falls under the jurisdiction of BLM, and is not fully developed. He directed me to this better spot, and he appeared here about sundown. He talked a lot, about his life style, Vietnam, children, etc. As I was cooking my store-bought bacon and eggs for the morning’s breakfast, I heard a knock on my door. There stood Carl with two 4-lb. Trout that he had just caught from the lake for his breakfast.
Of course, he wanted to show me how he dressed the fish. He had an electric knife, 12 volt version, with clips on the end, attached to the battery with the hood up. At first I thought he was going to defibrillat them! He proceeded to carve a fillet from each side of the fish, and was done in about 60 seconds, both fish!
Carl was in a 1974 Ford Camper, pulling a 1974 Lineman’s 3/4 ton pickup, the kind that has cabinets with doors all around that open for tools. He was changing the plugs this morning. I noticed a shiny new generator and starter that he had recently put on the camper.
Carl is a special breed, and I could have talked with him for hours! One great part about this trip so far is the occasional colorful character I meet.
This place is so pleasant that I may stay here a third night. As with everything else on this trip, I will decide when the sun comes up tomorrow if I am moving on or hanging here.Hawthorne NV