Snow falls on the mountains.
I run outside with keys in hand.
The crew takes care of morning potty. I turn on the PTV’s engine and put the heater on high before returning to the Best Little Trailer. Quickly I light the burner for the percolator and crawl under the quilts with Bridget and Spike.
After a few minutes I ferry the nut cakes individually to the warm PTV. I go back and grab my mug of hot coffee before joining them in front of the PTV’s heater vents. Ooh, that heat feels good! Bridget climbs up into my lap and Spike goes back to sleep.
I turn on the radio and listen to the local news, weather and music while holding Bridget close and sipping coffee. Not a bad start to the day, after all!
The photos today are dimly lit.
That’s because they were taken either at dawn or at dusk. I want to show you how it looks when snow falls on the mountains but not on the desert. This is the best kind of snowfall — over there and not here.
As the setting sun throws light against the Inyo Mountains, Spike tries to sneak off into the desert for another exploration before I lock us inside for the night.
“Come back here, little boy. You’ve had your last walk of the day. Time to go in.”
I don’t know why I talk to him all the time.
He can’t hear me, although the message does get through and he aborts his mission.
Nina stops by!
She and Paul of Wheeling It blog are making their own southerly trek on Route 395. Whenever Nina visits, she pours a lot of love on the crew. Bridget adores her, wiggling around and getting all happy and excited. Even Spike warms up to her attentions. Usually he tries to get away from that mushy stuff.
Then when the love fest with Nina ends, Spike yells at me to pour out his kibble for supper. You think I’m kidding? I’m not. Just ask Nina. She heard him and laughed. Gosh, is that all I am to you, Spike? A meal ticket?
CANINE CORNER: “Spike holds a grudge” by Bridget and Spike
“Isn’t Nina great, Spike? I love her. She’s so sweet and gentle, and she always pays attention to us.”
“Yeah, she’s cool. Ya’ know sumpthin’, Bridge? I bet she wouldn’t make me come inside as soon as it’s dark. Like I’m a baby.”
“Oh, Spike. Are you still holding that against RVSue? She’s only trying to protect you. Coyotes live around here.”
“So? I can lick any coyote. I bite coyotes in the rear and tear their tails off.”
“Whatever (rolls eyes). . . But you ought to be more appreciative of all that RVSue does for us. We have a pretty exciting life.
“Like going to bed at SEVEN o’clock is exciting. Hmmpff.”
“What about the rotisserie chicken? What about that, Spike? And all those soaks . . . You’re being awfully grumpy today.”
“Yes, you are. Spike! Come back here! I’m talking to you!”
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March 13, 2013, the crew and I return to a favorite desert camp. I grill some chicken much to the delight of the crew.