Now that the rain and mud are gone, we’re out in the desert again.
We hear an unusual sound — the beep-beep of a large vehicle backing up.
Road equipment! Great! There’s a wash in the road that needs to be filled in and the washboard has become so bad that I’ve had to drive Darby Well Road at 10 mph.
What a difference some sunshine makes in a day!
The two remaining motor homes across the road leave this morning. Hmm . . . Do we want to move?
The campsite we’re in is good.
It’s handy, not too far from town, good cell signal, and somewhat secluded behind palo verde trees. The backyard view of Black Mountain is outstanding. We’ve camped here several days. A change would be fun. Yes, let’s move!
Our new camp is higher.
Now I can look over the desert for many miles. The cell signal is five bars, not easy to get in the Darby Well area. Tomorrow I’ll take more photos if it’s not raining again. Right after we move here, rain clouds come back making for dark photos. Here’s one anyway of our view looking to the west.
I set up camp, including the important task of hanging the hummingbird feeder. I cook some chicken strips with fried potatoes and onions. Oh, it tastes so good. Ever so often I have to EAT HEARTY! I share some of the lean chicken with Bridget and Spike. We eat together happily, as if this is a celebration of our new camp home.
The crew and I explore the front yard.
Lots of saguaro, organ pipe, and interesting rock formations to photograph.
I hear someone pull in. It’s a pick-up pulling a Casita! Spike and Bridget leave me and run down the lane to greet the couple walking up toward our campsite.
It’s Glenda and Jeff, arriving from a stay at Fortuna Pond in Yuma and earlier from a Casita Rally at Dome Rock, Quartzsite.
The crew makes the acquaintance of Kira, their fluffy keeshond. Spike is especially interested in this new pal.
I recognize Glenda and Jeff right away from their blog, Casita Escapes, and also from seeing their photos on Travel with the Bayfield Bunch when they visited Al and Kelly recently.
After chatting while standing in the lane between our campsites, we can smell rain in the air. Glenda and Jeff hurry to set up camp. As I type this, a light rain falls.
I look online to check for the likelihood of an electrical storm.
Everything looks fine. In fact, by the end of next week the temperature is expected to reach 80 degrees!
rvsue
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rvsue and her canine crew 