On Friday night they arrived in force. Typically they roll in, with great commotion and anticipation. They serenade the nearest square mile with ugly, raucous music. One of the cretins had the effrontery to camp fifty yards away from me. The next day they buzzed around like insect pests. Their outfits made them look like Imperial Stormtroopers in a Star Wars movie.
I kept to short hikes in the dry washes of decomposed granite so I wouldn't have to overlap with them. Actually I was putting the final touches on reorganizing my tow vehicle, and didn't pay too much attention to them.
On Sunday morning I wondered which group of louts would leave first. What a joy it is to see the ramps in place at the back of their toy haulers. It's a rather short weekend: Friday night to late Sunday morning, and then back to the Denver rat race.
I had been feeling lazy and unappreciative of my present location before the yahoos showed up. There was no good reason for it. Everything was so nice: the weather, scenery, geology and trails. Maybe that was the problem. When the yahoos left my appreciation for the local land was rejuvenated.
This experience reminded me of something else that happened the first couple years of full time RVing. We have all experienced a piece of music, which made chills go up and down the spine when it was new, become dull through repetition. It is one of Life's little tragedies.
I discovered that parking my RV near some traffic noise was helpful. I would lie down on the bed and listen to the music, while the traffic and engine noise half-drowned it out. At first the traffic noise was ugly and irritating. But later, when the ugliness drowned out the music, I was able to fill in the gaps based on my memory.
Then there would be a gap in the traffic noise and I could hear the music again. It recalibrated the imagination. This went back and forth so many times I eventually became confused on whether I was actually hearing the music or imagining it. For some reason this delighted me. The tired old music had been reborn.
