Saturday, February 27 (continued)
What a wonderful surprise!
In the last post I mention how the weekend party people sleep late. This Saturday morning, the campground is perfectly quiet as I sit at my laptop table in the back of the Best Little Trailer next to the big, open window. I set about writing the previous post while Bridget and Reggie nap beside me.
At one point I become aware of campers coming alive again.
I don’t pay attention because I’m engrossed in writing and inserting photos. Finally, the post is done, I hit the “publish” button, and I look up.
I don’t believe it! They left! The campground loop, which earlier was a sleeping Tent City, shows no evidence of campers.
I break into a big smile.
Hmm . . . The big rig left, too. Apparently they used this campground for an overnight stop on their way somewhere else.
At Wally World the other day I bought a mix of baby, spring greens, avocados (only 48 cents each), and radishes. I love radishes. I used to plant them every year. I love choosing varieties in the seed catalogs — Cherry Belle, Crimson Giant, French Breakfast.
I love making the furrows in soft earth and planting the tiny seeds just so. I love checking them each day to see if they’re ready, and then, the best part, tugging the pretty, red treasures out of the soil.
No, no. . . That’s wrong.
The best part is eating them!
I also put chunks of what’s left of the rotisserie chicken in the salad and top it with some Marie’s Blue Cheese Vinaigrette. I eat my creation outside, sitting in a sunbeam.
Oh, my, so good. I’m munching happily when overhead two raptors drift, showing the yellow undersides of their wings.
Then a truck pulling a travel trailer drives by.
More people on their way out. Yeah, it’s nice here and getting nicer.
“Okay, okay, Reggie. We’ll go for a walk now.”
On cue, he sits on the floor looking up at me, waiting to be suited up.
He’s such a good boy. He even lifts up his front leg to help me put it on.
“Good boy, Reg!”
I turn to Bridget on the bed.
“C’mon, Bridge, time for a walk.”
Uh-oh, there’s that look. This girl does not want to walk.
Nope. Not interested.
“Not even in your car? Well, you stay here then. It’s all right. We’ll be back in a little while.”
I leave the door open, as is my practice when Bridget stays behind. She doesn’t like being shut up in the BLT by herself.
Reggie and I set out across the nearly empty campground.
It’s occupied by a big rig with toad.
Gee, that’s a great spot. They have about a 300 degree view of the valley and mountains beyond. Wow.
Reggie and I return to camp.
We’re greeted by a tail-wagging Bridget.
I reach down and caress her wiggly body.
“It’s so nice to have you to come home to, sweetie.”
~ ~ ~
Another Arizona day comes to a close.
Our view of the sunset is blocked by a nearby hill. Doesn’t matter. When in Arizona, the sunset paints the eastern sky, too. One doesn’t usually associate the desert with the color blue, yet look at this!
. . . and the only sound is the distant howls of coyotes.
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