We arrived in Burro Creek campground at 4am. You can imagine how we
felt when, after 17 hours on the road, and having travelled through
weather that included snow, we opened the van doors and stepped into
We put up the tents as the sky began to lighten, then slept until noonish, waking to baking heat and a campground filled with flowering cacti. Wonderful!
There then followed a period of adjustment, as we sorted through the mass of belongings we'd stuffed into the van at the last minute. By a great deal of judicial packing and repacking, arranging and rearranging, we managed to get rid of the assorted cardboard boxes that had accompanied us thus far. By the end of that first day the van interior almost looked respectable, and the whole affair rather more realistic. Hey, you could actually see out of the rear windows!
The highlight of our three recovery days at Burro Creek was an expedition along a small canyon to the north of the campground. The camp host suggested the hike, offering the possibility of finding amethyst as bait.
We discovered once we reached the canyon that we didn't know what raw amethyst looked like. But it didn't matter — the sun was shining, lizards were basking, there was a small hot spring to play with, and Erica, much to her surprise, bumped into a real burro on the way back.
Burro Creek is, here anyway, a short, wide length of water that appears and disappears again over a distance of about 1km. It is patrolled by large fish and a number of bird species.
The BLM campground is a pleasant one, with a labelled cactus garden.