Bridget, Spike and I wake to a beautiful morning.
The weather forecasts had me expecting a cold night in the low 30s. It couldn’t have dropped that low because we were comfortable all night without the heater turned on. Upon waking I run outside with the crew in my nightclothes to catch the morning light on the hillside.
I covet a nearby site this morning.
The crew and I are walking around and we come upon this site with a tall tree (above). It has a large, level area to park on and the view is as good as the site we camped in overnight. However, after a few minutes I realize the wind is stronger at this site. Our present camp is the best!
We’re in a little dell that protects us from the wind. It has the “cozy” factor. Anyone who boondocks knows what I mean by the “cozy” factor.
I thought the junipers next to the Perfect Tow Vehicle would block the early morning rays from the solar panel, making a move necessary. I’m happy to discover the sun’s rays slide by the junipers at a perfect angle to hit the panel, so we’re good to stay here.
Bridget makes herself scarce whenever I try to take a photo.
Thus she’s not shown in today’s post. Spike doesn’t care if the angle makes his butt look fat or if his hair is mussed up. He’s living in the moment all the time.
We relax around camp all day.
I read my kindle while facing our view.
Bridget and Spike snooze in the sun. The pines rustle softly in the wind that blows through the valley below.
A bird of prey floats on the air currents, making great, sweeping arcs over our campsite. I try to identify the bird by the black and white undersides of its wings. The closest I can find in my field guide is a Swainson’s Hawk, but I don’t think this is the right type of environment for that bird. Oh well . . . I can enjoy it without knowing the name on it.
Scrub jays are plentiful. A chipmunk scurries about in the fire ring, acting like he lives there. Goes to show how long there’s been a ban on campfires.
I work online for a few hours.
I’m going to miss having internet connection when we cross the Navajo rez on our way to Monument Valley and Bluff, Utah. I’m trying to complete as much as I can now while I have signal.
I’m preparing the wish list for Rusty’s house-warming gifts.
I’d like to have it ready to post as soon as Rusty tells me he has a home and an address. Prior to that, I need to know if anyone in the Prescott area has furniture in good condition to help furnish Rusty’s new place, like a double or queen-size bed, a couch, table and chairs, a recliner, coffee table, end tables . . . that sort of thing. We need you to provide delivery.
Rusty cannot pick up furniture with his truck and he is unable to unload furniture at his house. I know it’s a lot for me to ask, but it can’t hurt to ask, right? Especially for a friend.