Sunday, February 4

Boondock in Sonoran Desert south of Why, Arizona

As I begin writing today, blogorinos continue to add comments under the previous post. Mostly the conversation is comprised of personal thoughts about the vagabond life and how one copes with the challenges that occur.

Some share where they are in their journey toward retirement, toward travel while camping, and toward better appreciating and living fully while domiciled in a sticks-and-bricks.  A few give their philosophy on life in general.

Go take a look!

One of several varieties of cholla the crew and I pass while walking

I try to keep this blog interesting by connecting with my readers in the comment section. Turns out there are many benefits to encouraging interaction between blogger and readers and also between readers, both for me and for those who read comments.

You know, the stuff we learn from each other, the support we give and receive during times of sickness or loss, the fun of talking with like-minded people, etc.

Sometimes I keep myself out of the conversation.

When I do, I hope that blogorinos are encouraged to fill in the gap and talk with each other.  If that happens, richness and depth are added.  Plus it gives us all a break from me blathering on and on about me, me, me.  I don’t know about you, but all my narcissistic drivel gives me a headache.  Haha!

Thank you to everyone who participates!

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Blooms on an ocotillo give hope that it will survive this very dry period

I spoke too soon regarding coyotes.

I said they moved away from our camp.  Well, that was a premature statement, let me tell you.

I’m outside with the crew yesterday.  The boys are on the blue pillow, lolling in the sunshine, while I’m sweeping the mat.

For the first time since we set up our home in this boondock south of Why, Arizona, birds sing in the mesquite tree behind the Best Little Trailer.

I think that saguaro lost its top since we camped here previously.

Anyway . . . I’m sweeping the mat.  

All of a sudden Roger and Reggie go ballistic!  They leap from the blue pillow in a frenzy of barking and charge full-out on their tether to the wash behind the BLT.

Reggie, in particular, has a special bark he reserves for exceedingly alarming times.

I chase after them, around the BLT.

I’m just in time to get a glimpse of the furry, hind-end and tail of a coyote as it climbs out of the wash on the opposite side.  Before disappearing into the desert scrub, it hesitates for a moment to look back over its shoulder at us and then it’s gone.

“Well done, guys.  Well done.”

Old fire rings are here and there, marking campsites.

Then last night . . .

The coyote pack howls far off somewhere and Roger barks through the open back window in response.  That Roger is one fine watch dog!

As for Reggie, he’s no fool.  He stays under the covers and lets Roger take care of it.

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Today is our last full day at our Sonoran boondock.

Reggie and Roger on the way home from a late-morning walk

Later today we will go into town to fill up the second propane tank.  Then we’ll have two full tanks for our next camp.  I’ll pack up the outdoor room and kitchen before we go inside for the night.

rvsue

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