Spike takes off to visit Jean and Skip.
And Bridget and I go chasing after. In my haste to catch up with Spike, I leave the camera inside the BLT. A fun photo opportunity is missed as Jean and Skip’s Boston terriers, Sophie and Louie, come bounding out to meet their canine visitors.
The crew and I go back another time and we three humans do our best to recapture in photos the excitement of the canines’ first meeting. Of course, now all four dogs are completely bored with each other and do their best to ignore each other.
Spike and Sophie do take a moment to say hello. Spike, of course, has to show he rules. Some guest!
Louie and Spike discover something interesting.
And, of course, Spike forgets his manners, claims the discovery as his own, and is very rude to Louie.
Hoo-boy. I say a quick goodbye to Jean and Skip and we retreat to our campsite. I laugh watching the crew trot along. “Gee, Spike, do you think we could go somewhere without you embarrassing me?” By the time we’re home, all is forgiven. I dole out kibble which is immediately scarfed down.
Oh, I almost forg0t to tell you . . .
While at Jean and Skip’s, Ivan drives up. Be sure to check the photos he posted on his blog today by clicking HERE. You can scroll down to aerial photos of Clark Dry Lake dispersed camping area with labels of some of the RVers campsites, as well as great slot canyon pics. Cat lovers will especially enjoy seeing Ivan’s header on his blog!
Oh, yeah, something else . . .
Marie calls me over to their fifth wheel. I meet her husband, Wayne, and we visit a bit. Marie hands me a bag full of paperbacks . . .thirteen in all! And they look like good ones, too. I gave all the ones I’ve read to the PAWS Thrift Store so I don’t have any to reciprocate. Wow! Add that to the free Kindle books I’ve downloaded and I’m all set for reading material for quite some time. Gee, life is good.
However, I’m restless.
As pleasant as it is to camp here near the charming town of Borrego Springs, California, I think I’ll pack us up, hitch us up, and drive us out in the morning. When wind blows through this part of the world, it tends to start in the afternoon and evening, so an early start is in order.
I’m going to try to spend Christmas in Ajo, Arizona.
I hesitate to go back there, even though I love living among the saguaros and frequenting the little town. Unfortunately the PTV and BLT are easily spotted and identified, especially if I claim my favorite spot near Rick. I don’t want a repeat of last winter when I found myself in the awkward position of having to tell people, “No more visitors please!”
People who don’t understand what it’s like to be a loner and need privacy (like oxygen, food, and water) were offended. Sparks flew all over the comment section of this blog. I had to write a bunch of apologetic emails.
I’ll try again.
I appreciate every one of the readers of my blog and I’m thankful for all the support I receive from my readers. If I bump into you quite naturally in the course of our daily lives, it’ll be fun to meet. I’ve certainly enjoyed meeting folks here while camped in the Anza Borrego Desert. Such good people!
Just the same . . . I want to go back to Ajo to enjoy quiet, uninterrupted days hanging around home with Bridget and Spike through Christmas and New Year’s.
Unless it’s windy tomorrow morning, the crew and I will head southeast to pick up Interstate 8 and then make our way east to Yuma. It’s always exciting to get back on the road again!
Here are photos I took while Bridget, Spike and I were at the town park in Borrego Springs.
The first photo is a creche set up in the gazebo in the center of the park.
While I stand in front of the nativity scene trying to prevent Spike from urinating on the straw, a man comes along carrying a laptop.
“Isn’t it great that the town put WiFi here?” He points to the peak of the gazebo.
Hmm . . . Not only are the figures of the nativity made of plastic, instead of a bright star, we have WiFi drawing people to the manger . . . .
My intent with the next photos was to create our annual Christmas card for this blog.
We encounter the same problem experienced by anyone who has ever attempted to capture the spirit of the season with Santa Claus and bored children. If Bridget and Spike aren’t running out of the frame, they look like they’d much rather be somewhere else.
“Bridget! Spike! Why so glum? This way! C’mon, guys! Look over here! OVER HERE!”
Oh, I give up.
No, Santa hasn’t sprouted wings out of his head. That’s the angel looking down at Baby Jesus on the other side of the bales.
So long for now . . . Next stop, Yuma!