Ever think how fragile our world is?
Gee, it wouldn’t take much to roll the moon right down that hill . . .
Les comes by this morning and drops off an armload of paperbacks.
I give him an armload of mine to take back to his camp. Between all this reading material and my new radio, I’m living well. (Notice how I didn’t write “I’m living good.” Hey, I do what I can to keep adverbs from disappearing completely from the English language.)
Today the crew and I motor into Yuma to pick up mail.
Of course, I choose the busiest day of the year for the postal service. I open the door to the lobby and walk smack dab into a line of thirty people or more, many holding boxes.
I don’t have much reason to shop while in Yuma.
We turn around and scoot right out of the city, go past the turn to our home in the desert, and pull into a rest stop that has trash bins and a good drinking water spigot. Chores done, I take the crew on a quick walk-around.
This is the Imperial Dunes Recreation Area.
The dunes would make great photos. However, I go to take a photo and find out my memory card is full. Durn it. Oh well, y’all know what dunes look like . . .
Back we go to our cozy home.
Since I screwed up the photo-taking today, you’re seeing only photos taken at dusk. Bridget and Spike manage to slip out of every frame. Given a choice of chasing after those two renegades or catching the full moon, I go with the moon.
But what about the sun?
I turn around from the moon and take a photo of the last glimmers of today’s setting sun.
How can one not love the desert?
These RVs are my far-away neighbors. Yesterday a guy drives all the way out to our campsite and parks. Of course, this burns my toast. As I sit on the patio mat, I have a perfect view of the mountains with his darn RV in my face.
He leaves this morning. Heh-heh. Guess I don’t need to resort to the fall-back plan of sending Spike over there.
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