A guy in a white car with two round lights mounted on top drives up the lane.
He touches his hat and smiles a greeting and continues on to Wolfgang and Kathy’s camp. Turning around slowly he goes back down the lane. I didn’t see any official marking on the car, but I think he might be a camp host of sorts, checking on campers to make sure we don’t go past the 14-day limit.
It's all here . . . Casita, crew, camp chair, mountain, cactus, bushes, dirt . . .
Bob and Tammy stop by on their bicycles.
Their campsite is further past Rick’s on our lane. I haven’t gone to meet them because Rick told me soon after we arrived that they have an old dog who has a bad attitude about other dogs.
Since then, I was up at Rick’s and he said Spike snuck up to his place and “got into it” with their dog while they were visiting him. This was before I put the crew on coyote alert (in the pen or on a leash).
Spike looking guilty and Bridget looking pathetic
Neither dog was hurt. Way to go, Spike. Spread around some good will in the boondocking community.
Bob asks, “Has anyone come around checking on the 14-day limit?”
I tell him no, because at that point no one had. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, we heard there’s a new camp host. You know how people are sometimes when they’re new on a job. . . gotta enforce the rules.”
I nodded in agreement to that. “Rick told me he stays until he’s told to move.”
The sunshine comes and goes all day.
The breeze is cold, coming down off the mountains, I guess. The crew and I take a long walk anyway and I take some photos.
A sandy wash off of Darby Wells Road
At home I bring my camp chair inside and set it in the aisle facing the back of the Casita. My legs are in front of the heater. So comfy!
I read a few more chapters of my book and pay my monthly bills online (credit card and Verizon) before reading some of the crazy news of the day. I also look up some information about my Olympian Wave3 heater that Rick asked for.
For lunch I toss the broccoli salad from the IGA deli onto some greens with some croutons and a bit of Caesar dressing. Hmmm, good idea. Supper is my ol’ reliable beans-tomatoes-green-chilies-and-rice combo . . . filling, tasty, and cheap. I do miss my crockpot meals though.
I’m waiting for a decision to form . . . whether to stay here through Christmas or move further west to Yuma. With the weather the way it’s been, I haven’t explored this area yet. I want to wander around the shops in town, but not when it’s dreary or windy or cold.
I’ll take each day as it comes. This isn’t a contest, right?
rvsue
rvsue and her canine crew 