Monday, November 24
Shortly after waking I open the door of the Best Little Trailer to greet the morning.
“Well, hello there! Good morning to you, too.”
A roadrunner runs (of course) across the blue mat, puts on the brakes under the palo verde tree for a quick eyeball at me, and then disappears into the wash bordering the back of our campsite.
It’s chilly with bright sunshine.
This promises to be another beautiful, November day in the Sonoran desert around Roosevelt Lake in eastern Arizona!
I fix our breakfasts. I drink a cup of coffee while reading and responding to comments on this blog and checking Amazon orders from yesterday. Light glows through the curtains, luring me outside. I close up the laptop and change out of my sleeping clothes.
What shall we do today? I feel like going somewhere!
Soon Bridget and I are on our way to the Tonto Recreation Area Visitor Center.
The road winds through stately saguaros and deceptively soft-looking cholla.
I’m greeted by two cheerful, mature ladies stationed behind a reception desk. I buy enough recreation passes to extend our stay through the Thanksgiving weekend.
After signing the registration book, “RVSue from Everywhere” (a touch of overstatement but not lacking in enthusiasm), I tour the rooms displaying creatures of the desert. The mountain lion is lifelike and has paws as big as my face!
I learn the history of former residents, mostly those who lived in and around Tonto Basin starting as far back as the 14th century. I look at their pottery and simple tools. Another room displays photos and tells the story of the construction of the Apache Trail road and the dam that turned Tonto Basin into a lake, both accomplishments of such magnitude I can hardly comprehend it.
Well, that was fun . . .
By the time I return to Bridget, I figure it’s her turn for some diversion.
Not far from the visitor center I take a narrow dirt road leading us to a clearing. This is good. Bridget can explore while I take pics of the marina.
Next we go to Tonto National Monument.
Inside the visitor center I show a young ranger my senior discount pass (Inter-agency Senior Pass issued by the National Forest Service for a one-time fee of $10; gives free entrance to national parks and monuments, along with other discounts). She scans the pass number into the computer.
I lift Bridget out onto the pavement, retrieving her stroller as well.
I put her in her black suit with attached leash.
“Wow! You’re excited! Do you think you can climb all the way to the top?”
She scampers ahead of me on the concrete walkway that zigzags up the hillside while I hold her leash and stroller.
Halfway to the top we stop for a rest. I sit on a bench enjoying the view. Bridget is panting and immediately lies down in the shade. I try to photograph a cactus wren perched on top of a saguaro, but he takes flight before I capture him.
“Can you keep going, little girl?” Bridget thinks not and makes a move to go downhill.
“Wait a minute, honey. How ’bout I push you in the stroller now . . . . ”
This alternative meets with her approval.
Up we go, me pushing and Bridget enjoying the ride. It’s warm now and the path is steep. I can see the cliff dwellings.
Down we go!
I bring out an assortment of vegetables to prepare at the picnic table.
Red potatoes, green beans, carrots, broccoli, and an onion go into a pot… a little seasoning on a plate for lunch. Lots left over for another meal.
Or maybe it’s a different one.
(Photo from birdswesee.com.)
He gives me the eye and fans his comb a few times — Is that a wave, roadrunner style? — and then he scoots under a bush to hop up on a boulder on the other side of the blue mat.
He cocks his head, checking out our campsite, and then proceeds to preen his feathers in the sun.
This is what I like about a quiet camp!
UPDATE ON THE REPLACEMENT DOOR: The body shop tells me that rust was discovered on the door from the salvage yard. Another door has been ordered which delays the installation until after Thanksgiving weekend.
THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AMAZON FROM MY BLOG!