Eviction Notice

Chipping Sparrow.

May 6 – May 12, 2020.

The first surprise of the day was the naked man. We were walking down a disused road deep in the forest at about 6:30 in the morning when we saw him. From a distance, I thought he wore odd colored clothing – kind of flesh-colored. But as we got closer, I saw that his clothing was hardly any clothes at all, just a pair of socks and shoes and a sack he thankfully carried at waist level in front of him. He stopped. We stopped. And then he stepped off into the woods. When he returned to the road he had on a pair of shorts and we all preceded to walk towards each other. We bid him a good morning as we passed.

In retrospect, I worried that we should have asked him if he needed help. I mean it was pretty chilly out and he didn’t have the normal physique of a hiker. But then again, if he was aware enough to stop, leave the road, and put on clothes when he saw us, certainly he was cognizant enough to ask for help if he needed it, right?

The second surprise awaited us when we returned to our campsite. Under a rock, about five feet from the van door was a piece of paper. Hesitant to touch strange objects we find on the ground any more, we walked up to it and looked. It appeared to be a brochure and map of the camping areas in the forest. I picked it up. The words “7-day camping limit” were highlighted with a yellow marker and the area we were currently camped in, the Prescott Basin, was circled with the same highlighter. It was the beginning of our 8th day in the Basin. Greg thought the brochure meant that the powers that be knew we were about to overextend our stay and that we needed to leave. I suggested that maybe they just leave brochures in the campsites every Wednesday.

We knew about the 7-day rule before we arrived in the forest. But things didn’t go as planned when we actually got to the area. Perhaps you may remember from our last post that one of the reasons we came to Prescott was to buy things. There was a sporting goods store that carried the exact hiking boots I wanted, but when we went to buy them we found that they didn’t have them in stock. So I ordered them. We were given an estimate of a maximum of 11 days before they’d arrive at the store. Next, we found out that Amazon wouldn’t deliver the replacement part we needed for our vent fan to an Amazon Locker location. Greg called around and luckily we found a local RV store that could order the part for us but we had no idea when it would arrive.

I thought we could cheat the 7-day limit by moving after five days from a campsite on the east side of the Basin to one far far away on the west. I thought that this would fake “them” out. I mean we never even saw a forest ranger during those first five days and many very early mornings we had driven out our campsite and didn’t return until late morning or early afternoon. And, you know, there are tons of white vans parked in the forest these days. And furthermore, to get our license plate number you would have had to drive completely into our campsite and turn around directly in front of the van. We were camped at the very end of a road in the very last campsite and many people did just that and every time it happened it was impossible not to notice. So how did they know we’d been in the forest for seven days? Did they have an eagle eye in the sky following our every move? Did they know about the hours we spent in the Lowe’s parking lot “borrowing” their internet? And if so, didn’t they see we were good campers who filled up bags with the trash we found strewn around our campsite (including used toilet paper and a plastic tampon applicator) and clearly deserved to be able to bend the rules? But at least, I thought, if they did have some covert tracking system, surely they knew about the naked man and we were off the hook for not offering help.

Despite my doubts about what the highlighted parts of the brochure meant to us, we decided to be good public land users and leave. But I was totally unprepared for this and had no idea where to go. Our internet at our campsite was poor so I grabbed the phone walked into the woods until I found a higher spot where I could get a connection. I opened all my usual apps and maps and started searching. Although dispersed camping was allowed not far from where we were along roads still inside the forest but outside the basin, the satellite view of those locations didn’t show any actual camping spots. My iOverlander app yielded nothing so I went to the internet to a camping website called Campendium. There I found our answer, a road with lots of dispersed camping sites in the Prescott National Forest East. It was a bit further from town than we’d hope to be and up a long scary bumpy dirt road but it would allow us another 14 days in the area.

We picked up my boots that afternoon as we passed through Prescott to our new campsite but would return to the city twice after that, once to get our fan part, do laundry, and reprovision for another two weeks off-grid and again because there was an amazingly beautiful lake I just had to kayak.

A few days after we got to our new location in the Prescott National Forest East, our suspicions that we were being evicted from the forest were confirmed. It was the weekend and every site was taken. Holly*, another van dweller pulled up in our spot and asked if she could share for the night. Of course, we said yes. Ends up that she was home in her van in the Prescott Basin when a ranger came by with a highlighted brochure which he politely handed to her before asking her to leave.

But I don’t mind being evicted. I totally understand that the people of Prescott don’t want grubby vandwellers like us living in their forest. It’s just, besides not being prepared to leave and having unfinished business in town, we just weren’t done enjoying the forest. There were more trails to walk, birds to see, and flowers to photograph. I mean if the powers that be really didn’t want people overstaying their welcome, they should just make the forest a little less interesting – or perhaps just set more fat naked guys loose in the woods.

* We really enjoyed meeting Holly. She has a cool blog too. You can find her at Road Quill.

** Just like they usually are, all pictures are click to enlarge. And honestly, some of these pictures look extra cool when you enlarge them.

Prescott Basin – Prescott National Forest

One of the places we didn’t get to hike to in the Prescott Basin,Thumb Butte.

Dark-eyed Junco.

Brown-crested Flycatcher.

Golden Linanthus

Prescott National Forest East

Western Tanager

Western Blue Flag (Iris)

There weren’t as many trails in Prescott National Forest East as there were in the Basin but we found a few like this promising one.

But then we had to turn around. Too steep and rocky. The city of Prescott lies in the distance.

Cliff Fendlerbush.

Alligator Juniper.

Mule deer.

Primrose Monkeyflower

Greater Short-horned Lizard

And a smaller Greater Short-horned Lizard

Common Hoptree

Two-rowed Stickseed.

Pallid-winged Grasshopper

Willow Lake in Prescott, AZ

Our second trip back into Prescott was to kayak Willow Lake. It was just too beautiful to leave behind.

Great Blue Heron.

Bald Eagle.

Mallards.

Cottonwood Trees “snowed” down on us in the lake.

Canada Geese and one Black Cormorant.

Family of Canada Geese.

Reflection.

Trees on the lake.

Trees in the lake.

Red-winged Black Bird at Willow Lake.

Goodnight from the Prescott National Forest East.


As always, we love to hear from you. Leave us a comment below about anything our pictures or story may have inspired you to think about. And, of course, if you have ever seen a naked man walking in the forest we want to hear about that too!

16 thoughts on “Eviction Notice

  1. Terry Landis said:

    I grew up in Prescott. I use to ride motor cycles up the trail to Thumb Butte to the base of the rocks and climb the rest of the way. We would sometimes take our dogs all the way to the top. I’ve hiked up there many times. It was a small town in the sixties and has grown so much. I use to ride my bike down town and take a loop around the Courthouse Plaza. I remember parasailing behind my brothers van with my three brothers in Prescott valley in the vast open prairie. That was before all the houses were built there. Hope you enjoy your visit…

    • Duwan said:

      What great memories! It sounds like the area has changed a lot. I wish we had had more time in Prescott – especially to explore the city. But now we know the drill for visiting next time.

  2. Gail Wekenmann said:

    Sure do enjoy your animal and bird pictures and scenery too of course. It’s nice to travel thru your eyes when we can’t get out.

    • Duwan said:

      Thank you Gail. We aren’t getting to do everything we’d like to do but I know many people are getting to do even less. I’m so glad we can take others with us.

  3. Your photos are outstanding. The kayak on the lake…. ahhh. Beautiful. Love the naked man story, got me wondering what he was up to. I believe it would have scared me. Always such a treat to read your blog.

    • Duwan said:

      Thank you Jules! I love having a boat in the van! The minute I saw that lake I knew we’d go back.

      I think I might have been scared if I was alone when I saw the naked man or if he hadn’t stopped and put something on. It was just more really really weird than scary. So many questions, how did he get there, if he had clothes why didn’t he have them on.? I bet he was very surprised to see us too.

  4. I really don’t get the eviction thing. If you’re being responsible and the spaces are packed with a waiting line, aren’t those supposed to serve the people? I’ve never done what you’re doing, just trying to think things through. Sigh.

    • Duwan said:

      There is always a limit on how long you can camp on public land. This even includes pay campgrounds like National Parks. Usually it is two weeks but sometimes it is less like in our case in Prescott Basin. I’ve also seen places that allow you to stay longer depending on the season.

      I believe this is because they want you to be recreating on the land, not living there. And there are lots of us out here living in our vehicles. We just have to keep moving.

      I’ve seen areas where people have abused the privilege, over staying and leaving trash, and the forest service has completely closed down an area to camping.

      Usually we don’t stay in one place longer than 2 or 3 days – maybe 5 at the most but we are traveling a lot slower now since the pandemic.

      It’s a whole different set of rules out here for those of us roaming around and we keep learning new things all the time.

  5. bob chekoudjian said:

    This area sounds wonderful! I dunno. If things keep going the way they’re going, we might want to head out too. Thanks for the tip to Ruby’s blog too. Another great story teller. Stay safe and healthy and keep on truckin’!

    • Duwan said:

      It is really great out here. I think you’d love it. Get you a van, straps some bikes on back, load up the wife and cats, and go!

      So glad you like Holly’s blog. She is super cool.

  6. Sharon Bennett said:

    I love your photos and stories. Your bird pix are awesome and wow to see so many different birds and capture them in good shots.

    • Duwan said:

      Thanks so much! We are having a big time looking for birds. And it is always so surprising how colorful and interesting they can be. I get lucky every once in a while and they let me get close enough for that perfect shot!

  7. The Prescott area looks lovely and the temperature was “right”, I assume? We will definitely have to check it out whenever we head to Arizona again.

    I think it does make sense to have a maximum limit on stays in these dispersed campgrounds that are close to cities. If not, homeless people would move in and take over the privilege of visiting campers as the area would constantly be full. We’ve noticed this in the NFs in Florida. And, as you’ve noticed as well, not all campers follow the “leave no trace” rule. No wonder the forest service closes campgrounds down when having to deal with irresponsible campers and heaps of trash!

    Weird about the naked man. I wonder what that was all about, since he did have clothes with him!

    • Duwan said:

      Yes, the temperature was good! So much better than Ajo!

      At first I thought the naked man might be a nudist but we weren’t close to where anyone would be camping and it would be odd that he had clothes with him. Then I thought maybe suffered from something that caused him confusion but he wasn’t so confused that he knew he should put clothes on. I’ve also thought that he might have been being hazed and someone drove and dumped him out there – but why wouldn’t he has put clothes on before he started down the road? It really was chilly. Who knows? It was quite odd. Glad Greg was with me or I might have been pretty freaked out.

      It is so disheartening to see a trashed out campsite – especially one that people come to repeatedly. I mean, doesn’t the trash bother them. Most of our outdoor time when we are camping is spent hiking and when we return to the campsite we mostly hang out on the van with the doors open, so we could ignore the trash but I hate seeing it when we come back from hiking and I want to leave it nice for the next person.

  8. So many gorgeous photos Duwan. i have to admit the naked man would have rattled me a bit. As you say though he seemed to have enough cognitive ability to put some clothes on once noticed. Bravo to your flexibility to go with the flow of nomadic life during COVID. I admire your adaptability!

    • Duwan said:

      Thanks! You’re comment spurred a discussion about the naked man between Greg and me this evening. We still can’t come up with a plausible explanation as to why he was out there and the way he behaved. I think I would have been a little more weirded out if Greg wasn’t there or if he’d just kept walking towards us. It is an interesting mystery!

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