Sunday, November 15

Sunrise, Turtle Mountain Wilderness, south of Needles, California

Bridget and Reggie tumble out the door of the Best Little Trailer to greet the morning and to empty their bladders after a long night of sleep.  I fold my arms across my chest in defense of the cool air. The sun hasn’t cleared the mountains yet.  It’s going to be another beautiful day. 

The crew takes care of business without delay. 

Reggie runs to the door and executes The Chihuahua Long Jump, flying inside from four feet out.  Bridget waits at the step for me to lift her in.  She could hop inside on her own. I know she could.  Typically she sits and waits for me to lift her in anyway, which I do, being her loyal servant and possessing far less determination.  Plus it’s too cold for a contest of wills!

Bridget and Reggie know that breakfast comes next. 

They prance around my legs in our tiny kitchen in an effort to speed up the food preparation.

“Hang on, cuties.  Let me get the coffee going first.  Gosh, you wake up, pee, and gotta’ eat right away.  Give me a chance to wake up.”

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The Cactus Incident

Bridget, Reggie and I return from walking a wash near our desert camp.

Narrow washes, such as Bridget walks  in the photo (above) meander across the desert floor.  They provide soft, sandy pathways for paws.

We’re on our way back to camp when the fur on Reggie’s back stands up.

He commences to bark and paw at the ground.

“What is it, Reg?”  I ask, quickly scanning the desert for movement.  “I don’t see anything, boy.”

Reggie kicks up sand, then runs to one side and then the other, continuing to bark up a storm.  He stops and stares.   Oh, for heaven’s sake. 

“Reggie.  It’s only a cactus.  C’mere, sweetie.  I’ll show you.”

I pick him up and hold him securely. 

We go over to the suspicious-looking cactus.  Reggie isn’t so sure this is a good idea and growls low. I reach out and carefully touch one of the cactus spines.

“See?  It’s a plant.  That’s all it is.”

Reggie stares at the cactus.  I set him on the ground.  He backs up.

“You don’t have to protect us from this.”  Again I reach out and touch the cactus.

Reggie ventures forward. 

I don’t think he’s totally convinced.  He acts like he can’t bear to look at The Thing.

“It is kind of scary-looking.  I can see why you barked.   Okay.  Let’s go inside.  I’m ready for some soup.”

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I’m inside at my laptop table, reading blog comments.

I look up and see the mountains to the east light up.  That’s my cue that the sun will set soon.

I grab the camera and clip Reggie’s suit on him.

“C’mon.  Let’s go outside!”

The setting sun brushes our home with pale pink.

That table at the back of the BLT is my wash station.  Since we’ve camped here I’ve had it set it up with basins, towels, bathing and shampooing supplies, and what not.  I put the doggie beds underneath.

The afternoon rays bouncing off the fiberglass warm this spot nicely.

Bridget and Reggie lie in their beds chewing on their rawhide bones while I wash. . . me or the dishes.

None of that stuff is in the photos because I put it away for the night.  There’s the smell of rain on the way.

I’m not very domestic.  Bringing tasks outside motivates me to do them.  If I could figure out how to bring the floor outside, I’d probably clean it more often!

The sunset is the most dramatic I’ve seen at this camp.

The sky photos in this post were all taken from our camp, yet they are very different.  What a beautiful world, eh?

Monday, November 16

It did rain, off and on, during the night.  That’s always a treat when camping in the desert!

This morning we wake to wind.

Lots of wind.

All.  Day.  Long.

Wind.

Non-stop.

By the end of the day I’m well on my way to Crazytown.

Will this wind never end?

“Reggie!  Get offa’ me!  Here, play with your blue monkey!  No?  Well, we’re not going outside again.  As soon as we go out, you wanna’ come back in.  It’s too windy and cold.  You know that.  Here, chew on this.  Come on, Reg.  Chewing is fun.  Stop pestering Bridget.  She’s had about all she can take.  Where’s your pink piggy?  It’s around here somewhere.  Where’d that thing go?  No, get off the table.  You know you’re not supposed to do that.  Reggie!  How can I type with you crawling all over me?  Don’t pull on the comforter.  You’ll rip it.  Okay.  Here’s your suit.  Will go out one more time. . . into the WIND!”

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