I’m puttering around the campsite when I see them.
There’s a herd of horses on top of the small hill next to Al and Kelly’s campsite. Gradually they graze their way down toward us. Spike gets himself all in a dither, barking, so I pick him up, and sit in the camp chair with him in my lap.
Now the horses are becoming curious.
They come closer until they’re about twenty feet from the patio mat. Oh-my-gosh! I count ten, beautiful, equine faces, no two the same color, side-by-side in a semi-circle, and each one is looking at us! I’ve got my camera up, I’m poised to click, and . . . what’s this? Oh, NO, low battery! Right at the moment ten horses stand in a perfect pose, I’ve got a useless camera. Darn!
I run inside and hook the camera up to the inverter for a charge.
Spike’s resumed barking like a maniac.
I see out the window that the horses are moving on.
I grab the camera again. Maybe there’s enough of a charge for at least one photo, maybe two!
Following the horses is a herd of cattle.
Sitting at my little table at the back of the BLT, I read blog comments on my laptop.
The day is sunny, warm and calm so I’ve got the door open. All of a sudden a bird flies in! He flutters around and lands on the top of the closet door. After getting a good look, out he goes. Of course, I do a search and the best I can tell – I was too surprised to note his markings, just saw he was gray – he’s a Say’s phoebe.
That tiny, pointy bill indicates he’s an insect-eater.
The window blind is up so I can glance at the bird feeder over the laptop screen. The only visitor so far is the male house finch. He stops in several times throughout the morning. Boy, he must feel like he hit the mother lode! I go back to my laptop to reply to comments, and wouldn’t ya’ know, about ten minutes later, in comes that gray bird again! Oh-my-gosh! He perches on the closet door for a moment, looks around, and flies out.
I’ve shown my Casita to a lot of visitors, but this is the first time I’ve given the tour to a bird.
Spike, Bridget and I make the short trip up the road to the Escapees’ North Ranch.
I’ve got my tote bag carrying fresh clothes and bath supplies. I turn the PTV into the Ranch’s parking lot with great anticipation. Oh-my-gosh. I realize this will be my first hot-as-I-can-stand, long-as-I-want shower since last fall!
I park the PTV far from the office, motorhomes, and park models because I know the crew will wail their lungs out while I’m inside the shower house. The shower stalls are large and sparkling clean. Oh boy.
I actually take two showers.
The first with a scrubber brush, the second with a washcloth. I wash my hair and give myself an exfoliating facial scrub treatment. I take my sweet time under that heavenly hot water pouring all over me. If all I get out of my annual membership dues of $70 are a few showers while boondocking in the desert, it’s worth it!
My little Wal-Mart charcoal grill does an excellent job tonight!
After rubbing the chicken breasts with canola oil and seasoning, I put them on the whitening coals. Unlike the last time I tried to grill chicken, these cook perfectly because they are skinless. The skin makes too many flare-ups and burns.
Mmmm. The crew and I feast together next to the grill. Oh-my-gosh. This is so good! The outside of the chicken breast is golden brown with the juices seared inside. The white meat is tender and the slight char-taste makes it delicious!
Oh. My. Gosh. This is good livin’ . . .
rvsue3/4/12 . . . $0 3/5/12 . . . $0 P.S. If you enjoy seeing a happy dog, click on Spike’s photo to enlarge it. He’s got oh-my-gosh pumping through his veins!