During my recent trip to Marfa, Texas, I spent three nights at El Cosmico. To call El Cosmico a campground would hardly be accurate, as it’s clear the bulk of its revenue doesn’t come from cheapskate self-campers like me. In fact, the property is often listed as a hotel in tourist publications. It’s better known … Continue reading El Cosmico: Three nights of almost glamping in Marfa, Texas
And once again we’re safely home in Phoenix.
On our way home from camping, we decided to take a slight detour and stop for a second breakfast in Old Town Camp Verde. We picked this place solely on the number of cars parked outside. https://goo.gl/maps/2LGXAc814JB2
Saturday dinner at Pizzeria Bocce has become something of a ritual for Kathryn and me when we camp in Cottonwood. Dining at a slightly pretentious pizzeria with a wine bar may not seem much like camping, but we’ve had an enjoyable meal every time we’ve eaten here.
Kathryn and I have a pattern when we go camping in Cottonwood. We have a mid-afternoon shower and change of clothes on Saturday, followed by a late afternoon Mass.
After a couple meals in the campsite, we decided to venture out and try something new for lunch today. We found a barbecue restaurant just a few minutes’ drive from the park. Seeing the smoker operating in the back parking lot gave us reason to be optimistic as we arrived. Kathryn had a beef brisket … Continue reading Lunch at Hog Wild BBQ, Cottonwood
We’re off on another camping trip to Dead Horse Ranch State Park in Cottonwood, Arizona. One of our favorite sites happened to be available on short notice, so we reserved it earlier this week. https://goo.gl/maps/3zPzyYNsfDn
We’re enjoying yet another beautiful morning camping in Cottonwood. We’re halfway through our first cups of coffee as the rising sun fills the valley with daylight. The gazebo we had earlier this year failed on our last camping trip and found its way into a local dumpster. Over the summer we replaced it with the … Continue reading Yet another beautiful morning in Cottonwood
It’s another beautiful morning in Cottonwood. Kathryn and I have had our first cups of coffee, and Kathryn is busy taking photos of the crescent moon. The first signs of twilight are appearing on the horizon, with sunrise expected in about 45 minutes. It’s cold enough for sweatshirts and jackets, but not cold enough for … Continue reading Another beautiful morning
I made a comment in last night’s post about how good the phone service was at our campsite. What I didn’t immediately realize was that I was getting 3G data, not 4G data. I realized it quickly enough, though, when I started to upload the photo of the candles. It took about ten minutes. Long … Continue reading Slow connection
Kathryn and I are spending the weekend camping at a state park in Cottonwood. It’s hard to say we’re getting away from it all when I have more bars on my phone here than I have in my living room in Phoenix. On the other hand, I’m looking up at the sky and seeing stars … Continue reading Camping in Cottonwood
Last week, Kathryn and I spent a couple nights camping near the shore of Roosevelt Lake. Here are a few pictures Kathryn took from our campsite.
I decided to spend one more night here in Warsaw. It’s a beautiful city. Mostly I’ve just been walking around, particularly through the city’s lovely parks. I had a beer and an ice cream in the old city center. Not at the same time.
I’m in Amsterdam, and I’m camping once again. I arrived Saturday night very late, so I had to spend one night in a hotel, but I’ll spend three nights at the campground. The campground is just three bus stops from the central train station, so it’s in a really great location.
The sun has finally appeared again. At 11:15 pm. I’m taking advantage of the opportunity to air my tent out a bit. It’s getting musty from wet clothes and so on.
It’s been raining since about eight hours after I arrived in Reykjavik Monday morning, and it’s still coming down. The forecast is that it will end tomorrow morning. Just in time for me to leave. Somehow I managed to stay dry again last night. Perhaps I remember more from Boy Scouts than I realize.
The flight to Iceland was uneventful. The international airport in Keflavik is small but seems very modern, although the lack of a jetway was surprising. I was through immigration control in a few minutes, and I arrived at the baggage carousel at the same time my bag did. I don’t think it took more than 15 minutes from leaving the plane to leaving the terminal.