Spike, Bridget, and I continue our walks along Ivie Creek every morning.
Walk with me and the crew and I’ll tell you what’s happening around our campsite in Utah.
Boy, did the wind ever blow last night!
Actually it starts around three in the morning. I look up from my bed and can see the branches of the oak trees whip around above the Best Little Trailer. I visualize my precious antenna being bopped so I look out the back window at the pole. Not too much sway in the pole so I fall back to sleep.
First thing this morning, I check and everything is fine. My camp chair is several feet from where it was and the dog bed is under the Perfect Tow Vehicle, but no damage done.
It’s still breezy. Normally I hate wind, but this is good. It blows the heat and humidity away.
“Won’t you be bored? What will you do all day?”
Those were the questions I was asked when I told my friends back in Georgia of my plans to live as a vagabond. Does that ever give me a chuckle! Anyway . . . There’s no way I will ever run out of things to do. Why? Because if I don’t have anything to do, I make something to do!
For instance . . . A bee flies into the BLT while I’m typing on my laptop. Annoying thing, buzzing on the window. I grab a towel, wad it up in my hand, and thinking I’m so very clever, I make a grab for the bee and punch out the window screen.
Now I have to set up the ladder, find a flat-nosed screwdriver, and spend half an hour or so trying to wedge the skinny, black, rubber strip into the groove in order to put the screen back. It’ll probably come out when the BLT is on the highway. And then I’ll have more to do! See how it works?
Talk about dumb . . .
You know how I was looking for a drinking water spigot or dispenser while driving around Scipio? Well, the crew and I motor on down to Salina and hit the grocery (not literally). I’ve got nine one-gallon jugs piled up in the passenger seat. I look outside the grocery. I cruise around town, searching. No dispensers. No spigots.
On the way home, I’m driving up the highway and practically knock my head off by hitting my forehead with my palm. How dumb! The campground! One minute up the road from our campsite is all the water we need!
We zip up there, fill up the jugs, and that’s that.
Speaking of the grocery . . .
The employees of Horton’s Grocery in Salina have the habit of saying hello to customers. I walk by the meat case and I’m startled by the guy in the back calling out, “Hello! How are you?”
It’s kind of strange when you think about it. Horton’s is the only game in town. Why the extra effort to be friendly? It’s nice but unnatural. What, the customers will be so impressed that they’ll decide . . . Hmm . . . I like this grocery store. I think I’ll eat twice as much so I can shop here more often.
Oh, so THAT’S why you have the panel on your tow vehicle!
I’ve been parking the PTV directly in line with the BLT. I notice it’s in shade from noon on. Now I park it at an angle. The PTV likes this better. Her batteries are fed all day! And the BLT stays cool in the shade.
Um . . . Excuse me?
Do y’all understand now that the email notification plug-in is gone?
Just in case, let’s run through it one more time, okay?
“Email notification of new posts did not transfer to this self-hosted WordPress site.
You might want to do one of the following . . . bookmark my new blog location or make a desktop shortcut or type the new address, rvsueandcrew.net in the address bar to return to my current posts.
I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Thank you, Bridget, for helping me get this important message across. You can blink now.
Turkeys on the run . . .
The tom and two hens still hang around here. I think they roost in the oak trees not far from the BLT. In the morning I let out the crew, usually Spike first. Not long after that I hear the unmistakeable sound of gobblers on the run. This morning Bridget did the honors!
I’ve been meaning to tell you . . .
Our gorgeous campsite isn’t the only free campsite along Ivie Creek. There are three large sites further downstream and one of them (photo below) has room for two or three big rigs. (I cropped out a lot of the flat area.) There’s plenty of room to turn around. You can’t see the creek in the photo. It’s on the other side of the fence.
You can also take a dirt road over a little bridge to camp in one of four places on the other side of the creek, two of them being shady spots above the creek with paths down to the water.
These sites might be occupied if you arrive during the weekend. It’s nice that the sites are so far apart and buffered by vegetation. I’m hardly aware of people being around.
Is it a bird? Is it a . . . ?
I am going nuts trying to get a glimpse of whatever it is that makes this weird sound from the trees. I’m lying in my lounge chair or wandering around the campsite and all of a sudden a loud, hair-raising screech, followed by several short screeches, shoots down at me from a tree. It’s enough to stop one’s heart.
Sometimes I hear it in one tree, then another, then another, as it leads me around with my head turned up. I never get a glimpse of it. I think the dang thing is taunting me.
You know how you look up in a tree after hearing a bird? You look up into the branches and eventually you see some movement and if you look long enough the bird reveals itself. Well, I stare into the trees after being startled by that loud, piercing noise, and wait for this bird (or whatever it is) to make a move. Nothing. Could it be I’m hearing tree frogs? Monster mutant crickets?
Oh, and another thing . . .
Shouldn’t I see squirrels all over the place? There are a gazillion oak trees pumping out acorns every year around here. I haven’t seen one squirrel.
Speaking of acorns . . .
Just as squirrels save acorns, I squirrel away my earnings from Amazon sales. When I first set up my blog for Amazon sales, I hoped to bring in enough to buy Sirius radio (which I still plan to do!).
Readers have been very supportive of my Amazon efforts. It wasn’t long before I was thinking . . . Hmm. . . If this keeps up, I might be able to have an exit plan other than dying. In other words, your purchases help me save for my second retirement.
Well, the recent tragic event of my blog being zapped by WordPress really put a dent in sales. However, I was happy to see this morning that they are climbing back up! Thank you . . .
And thanks for taking a walk along Ivie Creek with me and my crew!
rvsue
