It’s good to be back.
I don’t know what it is that draws me to this particular spot in the desert. It may sound silly, but I feel affection for this place.
I leave Bridget and Spike in the PTV (Perfect Tow Vehicle) until I position the BLT (Best Little Trailer) exactly how I want it in front of my bird feeder tree. I look up at Black Mountain and notice that now it’s green all the way to its peak. Scanning the landscape I notice the desert is greener all over.
I can see the subtle changes, the slightly fuller palo verde, a few tiny, purple, ground flowers, and the gold ocotillo.
The crew is fussing to get out.
I place them on the ground where they hesitate for a moment. I can see recognition appearing in their minds. Spike looks up the lane to Rick’s place and takes off. Lady rounds the bend and lopes down to meet him. Spike is shivering with excitement! They run up together to Rick’s place, while Bridget and I follow.
Rick comes out of his Scamp with a smile.
“Well, hello, Sue.” Rick greets me with his usual understatement.
Soon Al of Travels with the Bayfield Bunch comes trudging up the lane, too.
Gee, it’s good to be back!
If you click on the link, you’ll see Al’s photos of Kelly and me on a couple of his recent pages. You’ll also see a photo of Ann and Bill outside their Casita.
Ann and Bill find a pretty camp further up the road.
To our surprise, Chuck and Geri arrive shortly thereafter, having driven straight through from Yuma. Unfortunately they only stay two days because they’re having electrical problems.
Ann and Bill plan to leave on Sunday. Sunday comes and they decide to leave on Monday. They take long hikes and do a lot of exploring in their Tacoma truck.
The crew and I walk up the dirt road to their camp for a late afternoon visit.
Ann shows me the seat in their Casita that’s perfectly positioned for viewing the sunset. She describes the flowers they saw and the Indian cemetery and the mine and the windmill and . . . . We saw tracks! . . . I think they’re javelina! Her eyes are full of wonder. “It’s beautiful here!”
It’s fun hearing her describe their discoveries.
Bill joins in now and then, but mostly smiles and listens quietly along with me. As the crew and I step out of their Casita for the walk back to our campsite, Ann promises, “We’ll stop by in the morning on our way out to say goodbye.”
Meanwhile the sunset that evening is mesmerizing.
Great swaths of orange sweep across the clouds all the way from Cow Plop Mountain (named for how it looks, not what it’s made of!) to Black Mountain. I know Ann and Bill are seeing the sunset, too, and must be as awestruck as I am.
The next morning they come up the lane in their truck. They’re all smiles. “We’ve decided to stay another day.”
Now for a report of a different nature . . .
It’s become apparent I need to dump the waste tanks. I suppose I should have done so on the way through Ajo upon arrival. I’m such a miser – after all, it costs TEN WHOLE DOLLARS – I figured I’d wait until the black tank is completely full, probably in four or five days.
Unfortunately, I haven’t quite learned to estimate accurately how long I can go between dumps. Staying at campgrounds I would often stop at the restrooms on walks with the crew. And then I have a tendency not to keep track of details such as when I can expect not to be able to use my toilet. I’m guessing about twelve days. Today is day number nine, and the crapper has had just about enough. Anyway . . .
The crew and I take the BLT (Best Little Trailer) down to Belly Acres RV Park, dump the tanks, fill up with water, and pay the ten smackers.
Supper is a vegetable plate of red potatoes, English peas, whole berry cranberry sauce, and radishes. There’s no explaining that combination so I won’t even try.
In the early evening we sit outside to watch another sunset.
I throw a blanket down on the mat and wrap Spike up, all except his head. Bridget hops up into my lap and wiggles inside my coat. The three of us watch the late diners pecking at the seed buffet on the ground beyond the mat. The saguaro make stark silhouettes against the light of the setting sun. Bridget’s chubby body is warm against mine. I think about the fullness of our day, the good people in our life, and the peacefulness of this place.
I wonder about the future.
How many more sunsets will we see? Bridget wiggles her behind to settle deeper into the seat and the warmth of my coat. My mind wanders back to now as the light fades to darkness.
“C’mon, guys, time to go inside.”
rvsue1/21/12 . . . $0 1/22/12 . . . $12.75 for laundry, LOTS of laundry, $23.59 for groceries, including a bag of bird seed 1/23/12 . .. $10 to dump waste tanks and fill water tank