Monday, March 20
This is our last day at Las Vegas Bay Campground. The heat wave is almost over and I have no more tasks to complete in the city.
Las Vegas Bay Campground, Lake Mead Recreation Area, Nevada
Reggie and I enjoyed the routine of this camp.
Whenever we walk toward the entrance of the campground, if Charlie is outside, he calls us over for a sit-and-chat in the shade of his fifth wheel’s awning.
Sadie sees us, becomes excited, and starts jumping around. This is a bit much for little Reg.
Jump into Charlie’s lap! That evens the playing field!
This, of course, makes Sadie jealous.
Charlie reaches out to assure her everything’s okay.
A scratch on the head is dog-talk for “I still love you the best, so behave.”
I ask Charlie when he plans to leave and he tells me he’s going to hang around Las Vegas for another week in order to spend time with his grandson.
“How about you?” he asks.
“We’re leaving in the morning. I’m ready for some free camping!”
Sadie and Reggie play-fight while we gab.
Much like his gesture to Sadie, Charlie assures me.
Noooooo, he doesn’t scratch me on my head! Sheesh.
He says, “We’ll probably bump into each other again.”
“I expect we will,” I reply.
Charlie points toward the restroom building.
“There goes a roadrunner!” he exclaims.
“Oh, I love those things! Let me see if I can catch him.” I lift up my camera and zoom in. “Oh, there he goes . . . Stop running!”
“I got him!”
Well, most of him. I cut off his zygodactyl toes. (More about those toes later.)
Tuesday, March 21
Before leaving Las Vegas Bay Campground, I fill up ten one-gallon jugs with drinking water from one of the spigots. I stop at the trash bin and throw in our trash. Lastly, I park the Best Little Trailer at the dump station and get out the sewer hose.
The waste tanks emptied, I fill up the fresh water tank using the hose that’s attached to the spigot. (Reggie and I never drink water that comes from a dump station spigot. The water that goes into the fresh water tank is used primarily for flushing the toilet, not for drinking.)
I slide behind the wheel of the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
Reaching down, I pet Reggie sitting beside me in his bed.
“There. All done. Now we can go find our new camp!”
We pass Charlie’s campsite on the way out. He gets up from his camp chair and sends us a big smile with a great sweep of a wave which translate into . . .
“Happy trails! See ya’ down the road!”
DID YOU KNOW?
About the Greater Roadrunner:
“Our largest cuckoo, this bird is characterized by a long tail, streaked appearance, frequently erected shaggy crest, and a blue and orange bare patch of skin behind the eyes. It is capable of running very rapidly across the ground (15 mph) and rarely flies. Like all cuckoos, the Roadrunner is a zygodactyl bird (it has 2 toes pointing forward and 2 toes backward). . . . Roadrunner skin is heavily pigmented. On cool mornings, the bird positions itself with its back towards the sun and erects its feathers, thus allowing the sun to strike directly on the black skin which quickly absorbs heat energy. This makes it possible for the bird to achieve body heating without unnecessary expenditure of metabolic energy.” — Arizona Sonora Desert Museum
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