I drove solo to San Diego from Phoenix.
I made stops along the way at places that interested me
to stretch my legs and satisfy my curiosity.
11 miles from the Route 8 exit (one way) is the Petroglyph National Monument. It was $2.00 per car, and you paid via a cash envelope in a drop box. There is a camp host and picnic areas, covered and uncovered. There are no facilities. It is basically a desert wasteland of hot hotness.
My IPhone shut down from the heat (in October) because it was baking.
This site is a lower elevation, so you can camp here in January if you like sitting and staying in a place with no trees or water and lots of rocks. Like you are Wile E Coyote. I bet the sky is brilliant at night and I bet it is very quiet. There are 60 camp sites. They typically have room for drop ins, the camp host said. RVs are their most popular campers.
I parked and followed a very easy and obvious trail around the only thing to see a pile or rocks. Because I always do everything the wrong way, I started counterclockwise and that side of the rock pile does not seem to have petroglyphs so I was like yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Then because I had invested like zero energy, I bravely bore on the gravel circle path and was rewarded at about 12 noon on the clock with some petroglyphs and then an abundance.
It was surprisingly epic. There is sun banked signage explaining geology and native peoples and local water that used to be in this area. If you are easily entertained or need a reasonable and inexpensive stop to picnic between on Route 8. I recommend the National Monument.
The scene plays out a million times. Parents, the developmental paediatrician, the child who is not hitting social milestones. The tears. I’ve been there.
The advice. Meds. Therapies, Visits, Appointments.
The googling. I won’t even go there, it’s self explanatory, it is just what you would do if someone said anything about your child.
But in this case, I had memories stir inside me.
And I related.
And you can call it “immersive home based play therapy”
or you can call it “a 70’s child”
And what you learn is what it means to go to the doctor.
and playing with your friends
So I told the doctors No thank you.
No thank you Autism Speaks.
And kids. And nature. And loads of play.
And guess what, thanks to my sisters, my moms, Papa, teachers, school, other kids, it’s working.
No thank you, you only get to be a kid once and this particular kid, the one I have, is not going to spend the bulk of his week at appointments.
And it was really hard and wore me out and you know what is right for you.
Because I am impulsive, a middle child, did not grow up getting presents and swag bags every day of my life just for being a kid, I have these obsessions with acquiring books and typewriters. More than I could reasonably use.
I have the typewriter of my dreams, the Hermes 3000.
Sweet, right? Seriously? I want to eat it. If you scratch and sniff the picture it smells like mint cause it’s that minty fresh.
This is NOT a sponsored post about Renting Lego Sets from Pley.
Yesterday my first box from Pley.com arrived, They are rental for service Legos. This is what our package looked like.
You can buy a set. They come in this orange bag, but I dumped it out to try to build a hovercraft and enjoyed the simple pleasure of playing with Legoes.
- First LEGO set FREE. Then $15+/month.
- Lost a piece? We won’t charge.
- Clean and sanitized.
- Free shipping both ways
The lego pieces come with everything I showed you, except they are zipped into this labeled orange bag. I’m into it. I like this idea. I think we will continue.