Sunday, January 3
Our first morning at Ogilby Road Camp opens with a brilliant sunrise!
Bridget and Reggie are enthused to explore a new, desert camp.
To be truthful, this is more than an innocent stroll.
I’m scoping out our nearest neighbors for signs of imminent departure.
Aha…. There’s the guy with the Class A coming out his door. Okay, he’s going to his car, maybe to hook it up? No, he’s pulled something out of the trunk.
I squint to see better, looking out the corner of my eyes.
Now he’s going over to his motorhome and reaching up. Maybe to disconnect something? Okay . . . okay . . . Oh, darn! He’s bringing his awning down. Well, we won’t be grabbing that site today!
I haven’t unhitched yet. I’ve learned to wait to be sure before committing to a site. This is an instance where hesitating to unhitch pays off.
After making camp yesterday I realized I couldn’t watch the sunset through any of our windows. The crew often goes to bed at sunset and I don’t like waking them up when I run outside to take photos. I want a sunset view from the back window!
As long as I’m going to move us, I might as well find a new place, right?
We wander toward the other RV neighbors who are camped further along the wash. No signs of life.
I guess no one is moving out this morning.
The crew and I return to our campsite.
While the crew naps, I go online. When Bridget and Reg wake up, I take them outside for potty.
What? The neighbors left! I didn’t hear them go. This is great! (The Class A is still here.)
In a flash I’m pulling up tent stakes around the blue mat, tossing chairs into the PTV, clearing counter tops, chucking the Bridge and Reg onto the passenger seat, pulling chocks and pulling out!
Our new camp has many improvements!
In this position the BLT’s door faces morning sun. I put half of our 9′ x 12′ mat and my camp chair with attached table on that side. This is our sun room.
Then on the shady side of the BLT I put down the other half of the mat and with lounger and dog beds create another outdoor room. From this room we can see the mountains and the “landscaping” along the wash.
It grows at the edge of the wash (at left in photo above). The greenery in the center of the photo is a stubby ironwood tree. Of course there are creosote bushes, too. A palo verde is close by (closer than the next photo makes it seem).
Reggie is a magician. Who knew?
Anyway . . . . I love our new camp!
The crew and I have a great day making it into home.
I whip up a batch of sugar water for the hummingbird feeder. I drive the pole into the hard desert sand where I can see it while sitting in bed reading (or daydreaming). The palo verde provides a good background.
I expect hummers right away, but none appear.
I like the way they reach upward like green flames. In strong wind the branches become brushes, gracefully sweeping the sky. When the yellow blossoms appear, hummers and butterflies show up like precious accessories on a well-dressed woman.
Palo verde look soft but, believe me, they aren’t! I tried to hang a feeder from a branch of a palo verde once and the dang thing almost killed me with its thorns (talons?). These are rugged trees, well adapted to the desert! Ya’ don’t mess with palo verde!
It’s Jack Daniel’s brand, made with the gen-you-whine Tennessee whiskey. I decide to have that for supper.
Having lived in Georgia for — oh, I don’t know — fifteen years, more or less, I learned the proper way to eat barbeque. You’re supposed to have cole slaw on the side and a slice or two of Wonder Bread. That’s right. The soft, make-believe bread with zero nutritional value. Hey, you don’t eat barbeque for nutrition. You eat it for fun and Wonder Bread does soak up every drop of sauce really well.
Well, I don’t want a loaf of Wonder Bread hanging around.
Instead I bought a pack of flour tortillas. I heat one in a big pan and put it on a plate. Then I slather the tortillo with a swath of heated barbeque down the middle. Fold that puppy up and . . . oh my . . . Georgia meets Mexico in a union made in heaven. Heaven being the BLT, that is.
I give Bridget and Reggie one bite each of the barbeque and their eyes roll back in their heads. Not really, but it makes an interesting mental image.
I’m thinking I’ll end this post with a back window view of the sunset. Turns out there’s no sunset visible due to heavy cloud cover. Rain is in the forecast for tomorrow.
Monday, January 4
In the early morning hours, raindrops gently kiss our home. Oh, I love you, too. In the distance a train rumbles. I wait for the its wail — There it is.
Reggie nuzzles his sleepy head closer under my chin. I reach to check on Bridget who doesn’t stir as I stroke her warm behind. Pulling the comforter snug around us, I soon drift off to sleep.
Later, after breakfast and during a break in the drizzle, the crew and I venture outside.
“Oh! There’s a hummingbird at the feeder!”
Of course, this outburst doesn’t register on the brains of my canine pals. They continue sniffing the damp desert floor for traces of night critters and who knows what.
“There’s another one! We have two hummers!”
Gosh, they’re tiny things, even smaller than the ones at our camp at Midland. I’ll have to look up what kind they are.
Away they go, flying high on sugar!
I shield the camera lens with my hand to protect it while I take this photo through the mist.
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