Monday, October 8 – Friday, October 13
The crew and I are camped at Cedar Pocket Campground in the Virgin River Gorge between St. George, Utah, and Mesquite, Nevada.
One day during our stay we board the Perfect Tow Vehicle and check out the area across the interstate from the campground.
I want to see what the boondocks are like.
A short distance up the dirt road we find a site.
No, too close to the highway.
Next we come upon a pull-through site.
Those look like tanks for wildlife or livestock. Never ever camp close to water tanks!
I don’t look to see if the tanks have water in them. Doesn’t matter if they do or not. I wouldn’t camp there.
Driving further along on the rocky road, we pass another site. It is occupied, as you can see if you look closely at the next photo.
Beyond the site in the photo above, the road deteriorates badly. I turn the PTV around and we head back to Cedar Pocket Campground.
I’d have to be desperate for a place to camp for the night to set up over here. Ugly brown rocks all around. Not attractive to me. Traffic on the interstate can see one’s boondock. No, I’d rather be at the campground or elsewhere.
This post’s photos contrast with the ones in the previous post. That’s the difference between photos taken in midday sun, as opposed to those taken in the glow of sunset.
Another time, while walking the crew around the campground . . .
We meet Ron and Naomi, readers of this blog, and their two Queensland Heelers. It’s too windy to talk much so we go our separate ways.
A couple days later Naomi comes out to say hello as the crew and I stroll by.
We have a long chat.
I miss the opportunity to photograph their older, black dog before he/she goes under their rig.
Their other dog comes forward and Roger commences to bark and jump. Roger is being friendly in his noisy, rambunctious way.
Reggie, if he weren’t influenced by Roger, would greet the dog quietly with tail wagging, his natural way of making a new friend. Instead he joins Roger in creating a fuss.
This is bothersome.
I need to do something about Roger’s barking!
Relying on correction and positive reinforcement in the kind of environments in which we camp aren’t enough to overcome his long-established habit.
I don’t want to use an electric shock collar. I may try the one that uses puffs of air instead.
Another day the crew and I take the interstate south.
We travel about 18 miles to Mesquite. Why? Can’t you guess?
Because Mesquite has a Wal-Mart!
(For information about the dump station and Wal-Mart location in Mesquite, see the post, “To Mesquite, more canine encounters and campground news” — October 2016.)
All in all we enjoy our six days at Cedar Pocket.
I do feel a growing need, however, to take us to a place of silence and solitude.
Also, cold weather is coming!
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