Wednesday, January 28
Bridget and I leave Why, Arizona.
I thought we might explore southeastern Arizona next. However, after carefully considering possible camps and the weather conditions for same, I decided against it.
I want to go where it’s warm!
Thursday, January 29
After one night at Painted Rock, Bridget and I follow Interstate 8 west.
The plan for the day is to drive the hundred-fifty miles or so to the west of Yuma, one of the most consistently warm places in the region. On the way we’ll stock up at Wal-Mart, have the propane tanks filled, take on water for the fresh tank, fill the drinking water jugs, and dump the waste tanks.
We almost don’t make it to Yuma.
The day is dark and overcast. What began as a mild headache about 4 a.m. develops into a major head-splitter by the time we reach Wellton, which is approximately 50 miles short of our goal. To make matters worse, I’m nauseous and my energy is fading fast. I’m too drowsy to drive safely.
Gotta’ get off this highway!
I take the Wellton exit, zip over the interstate, and pull into a shopping area with several vacant stores.
“Okay, sweetheart. C’mon, we’re going inside.”
I open up the Best Little Trailer and we crawl into bed.
I pull the comforter over us both. Bridget is concerned. She knows this is not our normal operating procedure. As I doze off Bridget licks my leg. She proceeds to apply her remedy to both legs, from knees to ankles. Oddly, it is rather soothing!
After a few hours I feel rested and well enough to continue toward Yuma and beyond.
“Good job, Bridge. Thank you for the dog-spit treatment. It worked!”
Before leaving Wellton I fill up five water jugs.
Five gallons for fifty cents is the best price I’ve ever seen for vending machine water.
One has to be in fine form to tackle that place.
On the west side of Yuma, at the Chevron station at Pilot Knob, I fill the fresh water tank, dump the waste tanks, and buy propane ($22.61). I think the guy makes an error, overcharging me for the use of the dump station ($10, when it’s usually a few dollars less), but I’m not in a condition to point it out.
I just want to find our camp and relax!
Have you guessed where we are?
I choose a spot next to a wash.
That’s where most of the vegetation grows.
“Whew! We made it!”
Our previous sites here are too crowded this year. I’m happy I found a less populated camp.
We’re here for more than the warmth.
Over the past couple of months I’ve looked at hundreds of adoptable dogs on a gazillion websites, hoping to find the next addition to the canine crew at a reasonable distance from our camps. Thank you for your many suggestions. Trust me, I’m aware of the sites and the dogs that are available.
It’s become apparent that it is easier to move first and look for the right dog later, rather than choosing a dog first and then racing to get to it, including setting up camp and all, before the dog is scooped up by someone else.
As you’ve probably guessed, I’m partial to rat terriers. It seems the best possibility of connecting with that special rattie is in California.
Which is why we are here!
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