rvsue and her canine crew

I email Starlight Solar in Yuma to set up an appointment.

The company is recommended by a friend of Rick’s.  Since I don’t know anything about solar businesses in Yuma, one recommendation is enough.  In my email to Larry, the solar “technician,” I explain my situation:  I’ve got a 200 watt panel, a Tripp-lite 3000-watt inverter, a SunSaver MPPT charge controller, two AGM Optima batteries, and a Morningstar remote meter, and all this is not giving me the power I should be getting.

Larry emails me back, telling me he’ll do a system check and diagnose the problem, no charge.  Then I can decide what I want done.   We schedule a noon appointment for Thursday.

Walking this desert road is one of the things I love about Darby Wells boondocking.

Now that I’m leaving the Darby Wells area, the weather is perfect.

Not just nice . . . perfect.  How perfect?  I’ll tell you how perfect.  This morning Spike was in a super big hurry to get out the door, obviously with some urgent business to take care of.  So I throw the black suits on Bridget and Spike and we tumble out the door.  I can tell from the sun that we’re up later than usual; it must be about eight o’clock already.

The sunshine, the freshness of the air, the clarity of the desert environment, the blue sky . . . all this pulls me down the lane.

A bird sits at the top of a palo verde singing his heart out.  The crew and I stop for a bit to listen.

It’s a  phainopepla, which is like an eastern cardinal except it’s black, not red, and considerably smaller.  This is the bird Rick told me to look for.

I can tell by Spike’s jaunty gait and Bridget’s scampering that the crew agrees that it’s a beautiful day.  We keep going to the end of the lane and way down the wide, dirt road.

Off in the distance to the right I see the PTV and the Casita, and the door is wide open.

Then I realize what I’m wearing.   I was so entranced by the beautiful day I walked off wearing what I slept in . . . an old knit shirt and pajama bottoms!

Oh, of course, here comes a truck . . . .

This afternoon around three, Rick and Lady stop by on their afternoon walk. 

I tell him my plan to leave tomorrow.  We exchange email addresses and phone numbers., and talk for a while.   Rick asks me to let him know how the solar situation works out.

Cacti guard the road.

I’m not in a hurry to leave this place.  If it weren’t for the solar situation, the crew and I would stay longer.  Oh well, I have a feeling we’ll come back here someday.

I hear the weather is great right now in Yuma!

rvsue