I never imagined that one day I’d have a 118,000-acre yard!
The crew and I are into our fifth day at a boondock in the refuge.
The tiny town of Arivaca, approximately ten miles away from our camp, experiences temperatures in the high 80s. The frequent breezes — the “fair winds” — coming across this ridge cool us to highs in the 70s or into the low 80s.
Not so. The campsite is large! It can accommodate a big rig or two. Bridget (below) shows you less than half of the cleared area.
The only people we see are Border Patrol and an occasional overnight camper passing by.
A couple with an Escape trailer stop to chat while we’re out on a walk. They say they had a Casita for five years and loved it, but wanted more room. Their brand new Escape is a foot wider than the Casita and is twenty-one feet long.
“This is her maiden voyage,” the man announces happily.
This being semi-desert grassland, wildflowers are few.
LATER: My readers never fail to help with identifications! The flowers in the photo with Reggie (above) haven’t been identified yet. We’re still discussing them. The second flower photo is Sand Verbena. The yellow flowers (below) are California Poppy.
In the next photo, Reg shows you another large campsite. It extends all the way around that clump of trees!
At the refuge you are allowed to camp only at numbered campsites. The number is on a post by the road. You can pick up a map at any of the entrances to the refuge. The map shows the location of campsites. They’re easy to find.
Here’s another nice campsite. It’s also a pull-through. Baboquivari Peak can be seen from this site. “Babo” is much more imposing than it appears in this pic.
We walk a different one each day. The crew enjoys the variety. I don’t know what Reggie Man is talking about, but he sure looks happy! Bridget’s free-wheeling trot and swinging tail reveal she is enjoying this walk, too!
Animals move from dusk to dawn when we aren’t outside. Occasionally coyotes yip and cry. Otherwise complete silence . . . .
Tracks and scat of deer and javelina are all over.
One morning Reggie discovers scat near the Best Little Trailer. I find tracks, too, evidence we have visitors during the night, probably deer.
More accurately, the “Golden Five Minutes.” I grab the camera and race around snapping shots as fast as I can before the light fades.
This is why.
In the next post . . .
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