With my camper mounted on a 4-wheel drive pickup, I prefer to camp where other folks ain't. In fact, I take great pains to make it so. There's this place that I like to go. It's barely a track heading off through the desert. I wind through the saguaros, bounce across a couple of washes, and end up by a sprawling Palo Verde. Anyway, I'm enjoying a quiet cup of coffee when I hear a hum, like a thousand bumble bees heading my way. I look to the north and see a herd of ATVs heading my way. They seem...

Ever want to live other places? Like experiencing the desert in the winter and the beach in the summer? Q: Where do you live? A: Wherever I want, baby. It's an interesting life, so far. My RV is paid for, courtesy of more than a few years of hard work. I owe no one, and my skimpy income pays for enough food and fuel to take me where I want to go. I travel with Sasquatch, my black cat, whose yellow-green orbs often watch the scenery blur by from the comfort of the dashboard of my pickup. ...