The dust settles over the desert.
I have a brighter outlook on this camp than on the day we arrived. The OHVers are gone. The crew and I have this place across from Sawtooth Canyon (south of Barstow, California), all to ourselves.
The crew and I sequester ourselves in the Best Little Trailer until the weekenders leave. Now we’re ready to get out and explore the area around our camp!
I look up and notice a rock garden above us. (Added later after a reader’s comment . . . Do you see an animal in the lower left-hand corner of the photo below? A cougar perhaps?)
Yesterday afternoon a pick-up truck pulls up to park near our campsite.
I’m outside with the crew. Of course, Bridget and Spike run at the truck, barking.
A retirement-age couple get out and walk toward me. I meet them halfway. Hmm . . . probably readers of my blog. They look kind of serious though.
“Hello!” The man is wearing a shirt with a running-horses design across the chest. “Have you seen two dogs around here?”
“A black one and a white one,” his wife adds.
“Oh, it was this morning when we let them out,” the woman explains. “They didn’t come home for their supper when we called.”
That’s strange. It’s not even five o’clock and they’re worried already. Wait a minute . . .
“I remember your dogs!” I exclaim. “I saw them last year when I camped here. They were running around together on that road down there.” I point toward the campground. “Where do you live?”
“Over there in the mobile home,” the man answers, thumbing toward a white rectangle in the desert near Sawtooth Canyon. “Well, thanks anyway.”
They turn to go.
The man goes to the truck.
He returns with a slip of paper with the number on it. I tell them I’ll keep an eye out for the dogs, they thank me, and I wish them luck.
Before they get into their truck, both of them turn and make a profuse effort to let me know I can call them if I need anything, if I have a flat tire or something.
Sweet and thoughtful as the offer is, it tells me a lot about how they see me — a woman alone, camping in the desert, vulnerable.
I smile and thank them, and they leave.
Something doesn’t ring true. I bet they used the dogs as an excuse to drive up here to see who is camping in the white trailer. Nice people — no doubt about that — and curious.
I take each day as it comes.
At this point I’m not in a hurry to leave. There are more walks and photos to take. I have a book to read, a blog to hover over, food to eat, and stars to gaze at from my pillow. I don’t feel like going anywhere. Bridget and Spike are happy. I’m content.
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