Monday, March 11
Bob and Jeff come up the lane with Homer trotting alongside. After a brief conversation, Bob leaves to return to his campsite to prepare for a day-trip into Phoenix. Jeff and I and the crew climb into the Perfect Tow Vehicle. We both need to pick up some milk and want to find a new place to walk.
I pull into Woody’s Grocery which is a convenience store.
I don’t think there’s a regular grocery store in Tonopah. Milk is $3.99 a half-gallon. Back in the PTV I notice I’m low on gas. A stop at the pumps reveals the price for regular is $4.09, so I don’t buy much.
Before we reach the BLM road that goes to our campsites, I turn onto another BLM road and park.
“This will make a good walk toward that side of the mountain.” I sling my camera around my neck, grab my walking stick, let out the crew, and we’re off.
Talking with Jeff is such an engaging experience that it doesn’t occur to me to take a photo at any point on our walk. (That’s why some of the photos don’t match this post. I took them previously during an early evening walk on the day the sky turned an incredible blue.)
I tell Jeff I want to look for campsites along the way.
“I want to have other options in case the next time I’m here the road we’re camped on now has too many campers on it. I want to come back to Saddle Mountain.”
We discover four good sites and another lane to explore.
We don’t go to the end of the road because it’s getting hot and we have milk in the PTV. I may go back to that road and drive further in to explore it all the way to the mountain. I’m quite sure there are more good places to camp along that road.
The afternoon passes quickly.
I don’t do anything special. I read my book, go online, play with Bridget, chase after Spike, and watch Judge Judy. Oh boy, here we go again. A young woman has found herself in a mess after she let a man she just met sleep on her couch for three months (yeah, right) and then loaned him a thousand dollars . . . .
He refuses to pay her back now that he’s got a new couch to lie on in the home of another woman.
Apparently there’s no shortage of gullible young women in this world and the leeches who prey upon them. Every time I turn on Judge Judy, there’s another pathetic woman plaintiff standing next to her sorry-excuse-for-a-man ex-boyfriend. Anyway . . .
I get four television channels here and they’re all in English!
Tuesday, March 12
(This is a photo of Jeff, Homer, and Bob on top of a knoll at the base of Saddle Mountain right before sunset a few days ago.)
Jeff leaves this morning.
He’s still a member of the world of work and has to get back East. Bob stops by and we walk our canines together. We have so much to discuss! On the way back, the crew and I stop at our campsite, while Bob and Homer continue on to theirs.
“I’ll get my Benchmark and be back in a little while,” Bob says as he heads toward his home. I promised Bob I would share information on our Arizona boondocks.
I crank out the awning because the sun is directly overhead now and it’s warm.
Bob comes back and we jabber for a long time. Before we know it, it’s afternoon . . . Gee, we both have blogs to write!
And I’ve got a dishpan stacked high with dirty dishes . . . .