As predicted, rain comes to the Sonoran Desert.
I hear a gentle patter on the roof throughout the night. Wind drives it away momentarily, whistling through the palo verde branches. By morning the rain is a steady drizzle and the desert is darkly shaded by a thick cloud blanketing the sky.
Bridget’s and Spike’s first trip outside is quick and to the point.
Later, around 9 a.m., we venture out again. That’s when I notice the distant mountains.
These mountains are northeast of where we are camped at Ajo, Arizona. The first range in that direction are the Batamote Mountains. Beyond them, more directly east, are the Sikort Chuaro Mountains. Further yet are the Sauceda Mountains. Beyond those are the Sand Tank Mountains and then the Maricopas.
Yes, I’m having fun with my Arizona Benchmark atlas . . .
Needless to say, I can’t be sure what mountains are in these photos. They make a beautiful contrast to the green desert.
I’m convinced the day will stay damp and dreary.
However, I’m surprised to see the rain gone by afternoon. The sunshine is back, along with puffy-white cumulus clouds floating across a blue sky. The mud is drying up! I had to put down my dark blue bath towel just inside the door to collect muddy paw prints.
I open up my kindle and turn the wireless on.
Oh no, no bars. Darn it. My mind is set on reading another Barnaby Skye western by Richard S. Wheeler. Hmm . . . I wonder if the antenna connection to my Verizon air card will fit into the kindle?
I carefully detach the adapter cord and gingerly insert the end into the kindle. It fits! The signal bars go to four, then five. Wow! This is fantastic! Ooh, I love my Wilson antenna! (See the header to read about and see the antenna.)
I find the book in the Amazon kindle store and buy it.
In a few moments I’m curled up with the crew reading another adventure of one of my favorite mountain men. (I say “one of” because Rusty “Three Feathers” is my other favorite mountain man.)
As I type this, I’m already at Chapter Twenty-four.
I have to end this blog entry now. I have to find out how Quill Woman, the mountain man’s Absaroka wife, adapts to the English customs at Fort Vancouver on the Columbia River. Gee, maybe the crew and I will go there someday.