What’s going on with us these days . . . .
Reggie and I motor south from our camp at Poverty Flats, south of Overton, Nevada.
Northshore Road (Route 168) takes us to Echo Bay on Lake Mead.
We’re not here to accomplish anything.
We’re out to enjoy a cool morning in a new place!
Sadly, the glam on Echo Bay “resort” has faded.
The windows of a blue motel are covered with plywood, as if the low-water bay is too unpleasant to view. A “No trespassing” sign hangs glumly on the door.
A humongous, long, boat ramp, several lanes wide, reaches downward to dirt and weeds. A new road has been scraped out of the desert to provide lake access for boaters.
The RV park has RVs in it. So does Upper Campground, although not many. Lower Campground is almost empty. Very few people are out and about.
Reggie and I walk along a huge, empty parking lot, an asphalt sea with islands of palms and oleander bushes.
A rescue group approaches, each person in charge of a Siberian Husky.
They quickly pass us by. Apparently they’re more interested in leash training at the moment, rather than socializing their dogs with a little chihuahua-Jack Russell on a long tether, wearing a green jacket, and hopping around with no sign of discipline whatsoever.
“C’mon, Reg. Let’s find another place to explore.”
On the return to camp we stop at Rogers Spring.
The water is pleasantly warm.
The main pool has a muddy bottom and traces of algae cling to the grass at the edge. Two women toss pieces of bread into the pool for the large number of small fish. I don’t know much about aquaculture but I suspect feeding bread to the fish doesn’t help the natural equilibrium of the pool.
Rogers Spring, as we find it today, is not a hot springs pool I’d soak in.
Returning to the Perfect Tow Vehicle, Reggie finds coyote scat along the sidewalk.
The pool probably draws plenty of wildlife at night. I’m glad for them.
Campsite activity these days . . . .
I have the side table on top of my “wash station” table. Once a day for three days I apply a coat of stain/sealer and today wraps up that project.
I pull everything out of the PTV, placing it on the ground.
Boy, the PTV sure does hold a lot of stuff!
I would love to take a water hose, one with good pressure, and blast the heck out of the rubber-mat flooring. Give every nook and cranny a really good cleaning. Instead I’ll have to tackle the floor with bucket and scrub brush, something I can’t procrastinate about.
I like a neat camp. Having most of my belongings lying in sight is intolerable!
The refrigerator panel is acting wonky.
Usually only two lights are lit on the electronic panel on the door — the “gas” light and the temperature-setting light. Sometime during the night a third light comes on, the “auto” light. The refrigerator seems to be cooling still.
Dear God, no fridge problems please. Thank you. Amen.
Almost every day, around dusk, Reg and I roll into Overton.
Either we pick up our supper at McDonald’s or something tasty from the deli at Linn’s Grocery. Then we head over to Overton Park for a picnic.
“Well, Reg, I don’t see Francesca running around, looking to get herself knocked up . . . . Okay, okay, you’ll get your burger . . . . Hang on while I set up our picnic . . . . Here ya’ go, sweetheart . . . .”
When we’re done, I gather up our papers from the picnic table and drop it all in a trash bin. Just then a couple comes up the street, walking a West Highland Terrier.
Of course, I don’t hesitate to jump on that opportunity, on behalf of the Reggie Man.
“May my dog meet your dog?”
Reggie does his best to initiate a play session by zooming in circles.
Boomer is friendly, sweet, and unimpressed. He’s not playful, maybe because of age. That’s okay.
Reggie is in constant motion, for which I’m grateful. Get rid of his excess energy before bedtime.
On the return to Poverty Flats the super moon rises!
It’s huge! I pull over the PTV and grab a quick pic out the window — There’s no time to find a picturesque foreground!
In the photo above, the tan is Mormon Mesa (See trees at bottom, far right, for reference for size.)
I hurry us to the top of “our” mesa in a race with the fading light and rising moon.
From the PTV, I capture our super home under a super moon.
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“Are you wanting to go to bed, little guy?”