Kane Springs Road was where he wound up.
Delamar Powerline Road turned out to be a boulevard of bellicose RVs so he circled back.
That’s how he had come to perceive RV people, which he realized was unfair.
But too often he found the fancier the RV, the more arrogant its occupants. Their sense of entitlement was typically displayed by a disregard for boundaries, an ingrained indifference toward the privacy of others. The way their arrogance tinged their inquisitiveness shook apart the more comfortable conventions of friendliness.
So he put his judgments in check but doubled back. He drove away from the big RVs to an unassuming little canyon. There was a place for the pickup and he could hike back in.
He figured newcomers looking for a place to stay would sail past without a second look.
He’d be with mountain lions and mule deer, bighorn sheep and bobcats.
The RV people out by Kane Springs Road would be with satellite dishes and microwaves.
