What’s a little mud when in a great boondock?

Saturday, February 17

Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge, north of Sasabe, Arizona

The wind and the rain brought birds to our campsite.

I’m inside with the crew when I hear a familiar sound.


Hey, that’s a roadrunner!

I find him in the mesquite tree in the turn-around between the Best Little Trailer and the road.   He sees me, flicks his long tail, hops to the ground, and dashes for the tall grass.

Oh well, a photo wouldn’t come out anyway, the way he was backlit by the sun.

That was yesterday.

This morning he’s in the mesquite again.  It’s an excellent perch for soaking up the rays of morning sun.  Again he high-tails it for the tall grass.

I see several Greater Roadrunners while driving to and from Arivaca.  They cross the road on a dead run.  Always a fun surprise!

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Okay, about allowing the boys to be fully dog . . . 

After three days of rain, Reggie and Roger are pumped up for a good run.  Out the door they go!

Yay!  Fully dog!

As if on cue, a pack of coyotes yip and howl from the wash at the base of our camp’s ridge. Another pack, this one in the field across the road (above photo, taken previously), joins the chorus. Evidently the rain brought coyotes along with the birds.

My heart stops.

Oh, no.

Roger and Reggie go ballistic!

Away they run, barking frantically, across the road and out of sight.

I’m not going to write all that went on.  It was bad enough to experience it once.  I don’t need to relive it.

The short version:  Neither Reggie nor Roger pay any attention to my calls, the air horn, or me disappearing from their sight.  They’re totally engaged in chasing the coyotes.  When they are like that, nothing else exists or matters.

Eventually, at a time of their choosing and by the grace of a merciful God, the coyote-hunters return to camp unharmed.

It comes down to this:

Do I want Reggie and Roger fully dog . . . and fully dead?

The boys are back on the tether until we’re in a safer environment.

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Sunday, February 18

It’s cold this morning.  I turn on the Wave 3 heater around seven and later the boys wake to a cozy, comfy home.  We wait for the sun to warm the air outside, enough for an enjoyable walk down our road.

It’s great to have blue sky again!

When I clip the crew onto the ends of the tether, they don’t seem at all disappointed.  Reg and Rog live in the moment and in this moment they are happy I’m taking them for a walk!

Border Patrol vehicles pass our campsite regularly.

And a helicopter goes over occasionally.  I see a patrol vehicle driving by a couple times during the day.  During the night the light on the roof of their vehicle scans the grassland, including our campsite.  Sometimes, when a patrol arrives from the direction of the main road and turns around in our campsite, I suspect that they’re checking on me.  If so, I appreciate that.

However, with all the rain, the road is torn up.

“We have to go back.  It’s too muddy.”

Roger follows his habit . . . .

Immediately, upon turning for home, he becomes Super Happy Dog and spurs Reggie to join him in play.

.”Okay, let’s settle down.  You’ll be covered in mud!”

Roger investigates one of the many burrows along the roadside.

I’d love to know what type of animal makes these homes.

The holes are about six inches in diameter. At first I thought a Burrowing Owl, but I haven’t heard any owls at this camp.

Kitfox maybe?  Very large rodents?

Whatever it is, evidently it doesn’t mind road noise!

The next photo is my favorite out of this batch.  

It’s filled with the things I love:  My crew, of course.  The Best Little Trailer and the Perfect Tow Vehicle nestled in a quiet, secluded boondock.  All of it embraced by natural surroundings, an expansive horizon, and glorious blue sky.   What a blessing to have all of this and with no schedule to keep!

Well, there is that pesky 14-day limit.

Monday (tomorrow) is our last day.  If the road is still in bad shape and the wind is strong and gusty, as some predict, I don’t think anyone would argue against us staying an additional day.

The crew tries to lead me past our campsite.

“No, we aren’t going that way.  It’s muddy that way, too.  Come on home. . . .”

It looks like more rain is coming.

These clouds are approaching from the southwest.   I read online predictions for rain beginning tomorrow, Monday, and even on Tuesday, too.  That’s okay.  We need rain.

Today we will enjoy what we have while we have it and tomorrow we will do the same.


NOTE:  Already, as I type this, the blue has turned to grey overcast.  That rain may arrive sooner than tomorrow. The only thing I don’t like about rainy days is I can’t use my griddle! —  Sue


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