|Lurch at Toroweep Arizona
For over eight years we've been running around in the Toyota Tundra-Four Wheel Camper combination we’ve come to call “Lurch,” laughing at other 4WCs with the bumper sticker, “#onelesssprinter." Sprinter vans seemed so popular with the bearded hoards that they were almost trite.
|Meet Raven, currently being outfitted
And then we bought one. Marco is busy (very busy) doing its interior build-out , getting ready for a December trip and I’m on what I’m sure will be my last trip in Lurch. I’m just hanging out with my camera in a little desert campground a little more than an hour from home; I thought we needed some quality time before he goes on the market.
|Sunrise from White Tanks Regional Park; the farewell camp
The anthropomorphism is, I have concluded, a bit of a problem. Perhaps I can be forgiven if I imagined “him” protecting me in dicey situations, especially on solo trips. I’ll admit to being unnaturally attached. I need to let go, though.
|Gypsy the wonder dog. She loves camping too.
Lurch has been great, albeit with a few little kinks we eventually ironed out. We’re looking forward to much more camping, but would like to set ourselves up with a vehicle which is more conducive to the oldsters which I hope we’ll have a chance to become. Eventually, pushing up the pop-up roof and maybe even climbing up into bed could become difficult. Also, we want a bit more storage and more space for Gypsy the wonder dog. She’s claimed the vehicle already, though it’s still under construction.
So, this is mostly a farewell post to an old friend, hoping “it” (see what I did there?) finds a loving home. I have a few memories to share.
|Trying unsuccessfully to shelter from that Mojave Desert wind
Wind. I love the Mojave Desert, but it can be fiercely, tear the roof off (not literally, but close), nowhere to hide, suck your belongings out the door (literally) windy. I don’t have many unpleasant memories in 349 camping nights. These are them.
|Bolt picked up in Mojave Trails National Monument
I’ve had a total of two flat tires, both of which happened in places where I could get help. Once we were across the road from the only place to get a repair in 100 miles. I feel blessed. Of course I still need to get home from this last trip without disaster.
I took a particularly stupid wrong turn once, in the North Rim Forest. My friend was behind me on this nasty road in her Jeep Wrangler (no danger there), so nervous for me that she was afraid to say anything on the walkie. We both knew I could neither back up or turn around, so we wished for the best and got it. I dodged that bullet.
|"Randy" the pack rat hitchhiked to this spot, North of Flagstaff
Regular readers (all twelve of you) will remember the pack rat this year. I won’t reiterate the story, but feel free to follow the link.
There were some unconventional locations; driveways loaned to me by generous rangers and friends (I generally ran an extension cord into the garage), “beer camp” in the forest next to Barnstar Brewing Co in Skull Valley (that was fun), and the occasional not-quite-legal spot. I always had some story prepared about doing night photography, which may or may not have been true, and catching nap until the moon went down.
And then there's winter at the South Rim.
One night at Lake Pleasant feral burros commenced bashing against the sides of the truck at 2:00 AM. I still haven’t figured out why, but I yelled pretty loud and that seemed to work.
There's been just one celebrity sighting. I was waiting for a couple to leave one of the four undeveloped (first come first served) sites at Organ Pipe National Monument when somebody let us know that I was hovering over Craig Childs. Nice guy; he helped me sort out the provenance of a pot sherd I found in the Marble Canyon area later.
|Snow at Lee Flat
There are so many memories, from places I visit repeatedly like Grand Canyon’s North Rim, secret and not-so-secret dunes in the Mojave, Lee Flat (Death Valley) in the snow, The Kofa Mountains, and old and new local favorites like Watson Lake and the Harquahala Mountains.
#onemoresprinter #neversaynever #brandtraitor
|Peace at Marble Canyon
And, if you know anyone in the market for a well cared-for 4WC…