Saturday, October 26
It’s the beginning of our second week boondocking in the Alabama Hills at Lone Pine, California. That little white dot is our home!
The weather is wonderful. It seems like summertime with temperatures in the 70s, which feels like in the 80s. Nights we sleep with one quilt and a window partly open.
Today the crew and I are homebodies.
I accomplish a few, easy chores and relax in my new anti-gravity chair with a book (Elizabeth Peters’ mystery, The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog).
From my chair I watch the Saturday tourists going up and down Horseshoe Meadow Road. Some of them decide to drive up our lane. This causes me to leap out of my chair and into the BLT, herding Bridget and Spike as I go.
The Magnet Effect occurs.
Over the course of the day I count five cars carrying a total of twelve people, curious, I guess, as to why we’re camped here. They swarm around the BLT and PTV, yakking back and forth, while the crew and I remain inside, blinds down, until they leave. I find the mob behavior very unsettling, but I get past it.
Later that afternoon, I meet two fellow bloggers!
Bridget, Spike, and I are on the lane side of the BLT where it’s shady and cool in the afternoon. I put down my book as a car approaches.
I can tell by the tentative way the car comes up the lane that the occupants are probably readers of this blog.
“Come sit with us!” I call out.
John and Aileen of Salmon Arm, BC, (“John and Aileen On The Road”) rolled into the Alabama Hills today. Their Class A motor home is parked among the boulders off the Whitney Portal Road. You can see their rig and photos of Alabama Hills in their post of Oct. 27, 2013.
Of course we have a grand ol’ time talking about blogging and dogs and full-timing and all the other numerous things we have in common, including a love of KEEN trail shoes!
Sunday, October 27
Can you identify this bird of prey?
After a day around camp, the crew and I want a change of scenery.
First I drive us up to Tuttle Creek Campground and fill up nine one-gallon jugs with drinking water. I also dump trash in the receptacle and put plastic in the recycling bin.
The campground is almost full of week-end campers.
On the way through Lone Pine I stop at the library and put the two borrowed books in the drop box. (The other book was a Mary Higgins Clark mystery.)
We explore more roads north of Lone Pine and Independence.
It’s a pleasure for me to bring happiness to Bridget and Spike. How they love these little excursions!
Of course, I enjoy taking photos, which I’ve scattered throughout this post. On the way home I stop at a field and visit with some mules and horses. This friendly lady in the foreground manages to stick her face in almost every frame.
Later, back at camp, I notice a gray cloud hovering over Lone Pine Peak. Before retiring to the BLT for the night, I put the chairs and the crew’s beds inside the PTV in case it rains.
As it turns out, no rain, but, oh, how the BLT rocked in some strong, gusty wind!
Monday, October 28
I read blog comments and emails over a cup of coffee. Through the back window I see snow falling on the mountaintops.
I’m delighted by what I find in an email from friend Rusty.
I have to share it with you!
Hi, Sue,
Timber likes Animal Planet on the TV. He likes “So Cute” and other channels that show stories on animals moving. Here he is watching Animal Planet.
Sometimes he tries to jump into the picture or he’ll get real close as to catch what’s on the screen. If he doesn’t like what’s on, he’ll go to our bedroom and sleep on the bed til his show comes back on. Then here he comes to watch his show. Timber knows what he likes.
Rusty
Sounds like Timber is enjoying the comforts of his new home!
rvsue
THANKS, RVSUE SHOPPERS!
Here are some recent purchases made by readers of this blog:
Pine Needle Basketry: From Forest Floor to Finished Project
Pet Stairs for Cats and Dogs up to 75-pounds
Maxxair White Fanmate Cover
303 Products Aerospace Protectant
Coleman 14×10 Foot 8 Person Instant Tent
“REAR VIEW MIRROR”
In late June, 2012, I meet the lion, the scarecrow, and the tin man while camped in Wheatland, Wyoming. As one would expect, together they help “Dorothy” find her way.
“Follow the yellow brick road to Lingle”
