Tuesday, July 29
The weather during our first two days at Boulder Creek was sunny and hot.
A light but steady drizzle falls. Bridget and Spike go outside, only to return to the warmth of the bedcovers after a few minutes. I read most of the day.
Good thing because Spike is very antsy for a walk after a day cooped up in the Best Little Trailer.
The conversations in the comments section bring sunshine into our little home. I sit at the table and laugh into my laptop, as the crew hibernates on the bed next to me.
It drizzles on and off all night.
Wednesday, July 30
Another dark, chilly, damp day. Around noon Spike stands up on his end of the bed and barks madly at something out the window.
The herd of about fifteen gives us the classic bovine stare. I go outside and urge them to leave which they do in their own good time. A few minutes later, a woman on horseback appears over the rise and moves the herd across the sagebrush plain and out of sight.
I grab my hat off the hook on the wall.
“I’m going down to the beach. Anybody coming with me?” Bridget and Spike hop off the bed and scramble out the door after me.
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