Is Woodstock Over Yet?

We were greeted with this question at our first stop yesterday.
Answer: NO.

It took us awhile to find it as we pushed through the North Algodones Dunes Wilderness Area. For the record, I could easily leave out the "wilderness" designation, although the north roadside is a restricted U.S. Naval Reservation. The south vista offers a view of the dunes well scrubbed of all things natural by the constant traffic of two- and four- wheeled testosterone-fueled vehicles loudly proclaiming their presence.

We shared (?) the roadway with huge RV's, trucks and buses necessary to transport these sand-demanding behemoths to and from enormously populated base camps.
Some of my 60's indignation was aroused. And then: refuge.
We spent last night at a trailer in a fishing/hunting camp on the bank of the original Colorado River. Our Warmshowers hostess Nancy Dean Mercury welcomed us to her little oasis with unique hospitality, starting with a rejuvenating drink of warmed water with sea salt and honey. I probably won't get her resume right, but Ms. Mercury is an artist, instructor/dedicated student of Yoga, and more talents that we couldn't cover in our brief visit. She gave us a tour of the Cibola Wildlife Refuge and then carted us over to a local's family barbecue.
Bill slept outside on her enclosed deck. David and I were snug inside on a comfy pallet covered by what I am sure were natural textiles. Thank you Nancy!
More tomorrow. Bill and David are debating the merits of a 91 mile day. Or camping. The Diva Vote needs to get counted.