We promise and we deliver!
What am I talking about? Well, after I posted a photo of my Wilson antenna sticking up from the bumper of the Best Little Trailer, Mick (my engineer friend and personal angel) and I received inquiries from readers wanting to know how they could have a Wilson antenna mounted on their RV, too.
Mick went straight to work.
And I do mean work. Not only did he type up how to make the bumper mount, he also created drawings and photos to show you how it should be fabricated. He compiled a list of the parts needed. He looked up the parts on Amazon so I could easily include my links. It’s a neat package that enables you to have a Wilson antenna mounted on the bumper of your RV for a reasonable cost.
And he prepared all this for you at no charge.
Click on that and scroll down. The links for Mount Plate and Mount Post will take you to the drawings.
I am very proud to be able to present this to you on my blog. Thanks, Mick!
As I start to prepare the page, “For better internet signal” . . .
He walks completely across our campsite about 15 feet from the edge of the blue mat. Between the bird feeder and my camp chair, for crying out loud. He turns and strolls back across, as if displaying himself on stage. Holy crap!
He isn’t skulking or sneaking. The closest word I can think of with which to describe his attitude is nonchalance.
“Ho-hum, let’s see, what shall I eat for dinner tonight.”
I sneak my hand over to pick up the camera.
Immediately he notices me in the window and jogs toward the back side of the BLT. (I don’t get a photo. The one I show you here is a royalty-free pic I found on the web.) When he’s partially obscured by a bush, he pauses, digs for a few seconds, lifts up something floppy in his jaws, eats it, and calmly walks up the lane toward Rick’s place.
“Well, crew. That puts an end to any more running around off-leash.”
There is a downside to having a successful bird feeder in the desert.
When the doves and quail arrive, coyotes won’t be far behind.
Canine Corner: “I’ll take care of you” by Spike and Bridget
“What is it, babe?”
“Are you scared of, you know . . . of coyotes?”
“Naaaaw. Coyotes are scared of ME. That’s why you don’t see them coming around our camp.”
“But Spike. RVSue saw a coyote today right outside our window. I’m kind of scared.”
“Aw, Bridge. Don’t you be scared. I’m never gonna’ let anything bad happen to you.”
“Does that mean you’ll stop trying to steal my rotisserie chicken?”
“I thought we were talking about coyotes.”