Saturday, February 27 (continued)

Buckeye Hills Recreation Area, Arizona

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.

They’re gone!

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.

The crew and I go outside and look around.

Hmm . . . The big rig left, too.  Apparently they used this campground for an overnight stop on their way somewhere else.

“Hey, Bridge.  I’m liking this place more and more.  I think you are, too.”

I make myself a delicious salad for lunch.

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.

Later, when the sun is low in the sky . . .

“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.

I go outside, grab the folded-up stroller, and show it to her through the door. 

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.

We walk quite a distance up the road until we come to the best site in the entire camping area!

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.

“Bridgee Baby!  We’re back!”

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!

Wow!

Saturday night at Buckeye Hills . . .

. . . and the only sound is the distant howls of coyotes.

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