Sunday night . . .
It’s still raining, on and off, and it’s very cold. I’m watching television with the crew. The solar panel provided us enough power all day. It’s about eight o’clock and getting really chilly inside, too, so I turn on the catalytic heater.
Spike immediately lies down in front of it.
Around ten-thirty I turn the heater off. Television is terrible (what a surprise!), so I turn that off, too. I don’t like to stay up really late. I seem to function better with an early-to-bed, early-to–rise routine. Plus everybody’s happier if we’re all on the same schedule.
One of the things I love most about boondocking is the quiet.
Tonight the only sound is the wind in the palo verde in our camp and the light patter of raindrops on the roof.
Monday morning . . .
Sniff-sniff ... "Those devils on hooves were back!"
Around four o’clock I get up and turn on the heater again. This guarantees all three of us will sleep well until it’s time to get up.
The crew and I awake to sunshine! The first thing we notice upon opening the door is the condition of the ground. It looks like an empty stockyard!
Apparently the cattle paid us a visit while we were sleeping.
After coffee and breakfast, we walk up the lane toward the main road. Bridget and Spike are happy to be out and about again.
The sky may be cloudy, but at least there's some blue!
We examine the wide wash that goes across the road. The tracks of the pickup that went through here late yesterday reveal its condition.
The light pickup skimmed right over with no problem.
Later we discover a mess.
"I only make little paw prints when I walk."
Someone drove out over the soft, wet ground and drove in circles, obviously in an effort to kick up as much mud as possible. Deep ruts scar the previously unmarked earth in a circle with a diameter of about 60 feet.
This begs these questions: What the heck is wrong with some people? Are there not enough entertainments available? Are there not places set aside for this “sport?” They have to purposely make a mess in a fresh spot? What do they think? Oh, I guess I’ll drive out to the desert, find a pristine location, and tear it up. What fun! Look at the mud fly! Aren’t I sumpthin!
I realize my desert usage adds wear and tear, too.
That’s why I and most people with a brain follow the rule to keep our vehicles on previously used ground. After all, we need to leave some nice spots for the fools to play in and wreck! Okay. I’m done. Enough griping.
Monday afternoon . . .
It’s warm enough to sit outside next to the charcoal grill watching it cook chicken for us. Bridget and Spike love to see me fire up the grill. How they enjoy every bite I hand them! I’m generous with the chicken. Around the grill we’re equal carnivores. Gee, it’s good to be able to sit outside again!
The lines across the mountain are the roads to and from Yarnell.
The mountains provide entertainment. They’re a montage of snow, clouds, light and shadow.
I’m experimenting with a new page on this blog.
Look at the header and you’ll see Readers’ RVing Resources. Many of you have shared some great items that have worked for you. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve tried to find some information or link that a reader has written about in comments. As I type these words, rvsue and her canine crew has 217 posts and 6,457 comments! It’s getting tough to find specific comments.
Thinking readers might benefit (as well as me), I’m trying this page. Maybe the next time you want to tell us where to find something, you’ll refer us to your product review on that page. If it doesn’t draw many comments, I’ll remove it.
Spike gives the yard a serious inspection.
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