Monday, March 16 and Tuesday, March 17
Sunrise at Upper Pahranagat Lake, southern Nevada
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The crew walks the road around the lake.
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A peaceful cove in the faint light of dawn
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A closer look shows this truck camper has a private peninsula
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Frequent stops to read the news
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The unmistakeable silhouette of a Great Blue Heron
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New growth and fresh leaves of Spring
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Birds, ducks, geese begin the day on the water, in flight, honking, calling, singing
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Do you know what duck this is?
Click for the answer according to readers.
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Reggie marks a rock. Bridget waits.
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All this exploring before breakfast!
“It’s a big, beautiful world, Reggie.”
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A kissy canine crew heads back to camp for breakfast.
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Another day begins in the lives of three vagabonds.
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Canine Corner: “The End of Another Day of Fun” by Bridget and Reggie
“Reggie. Stop chewing the face off that poor armadillo and pay attention. We have to talk.”
“Sure, Bridgie-baby. What’s up?”
“You. You’re what’s up. Too many times in the night. RVSue and I need to rest. Play in the daytime, sleep at night. Got it?”
“Oh. Sorry. (Pause.) All right. I’m just so happy, Bridge!”
“Another thing. You do not call me Bridge or Bridgie-baby. I’m old enough to be your mother and you should respect your elders. Call me Miss Bridget or ma’am. Do you think you can do that, Reggie?”
“Yeah. I can do that.”
“Yes, ma’am. I can do that.”
“Oops. Yes, ma’am. I can do that. (Giggles.) I forgot!”
“Very good, Reggie. It’s getting late. Time for us to turn in for the night. RVSue looks like the walking dead. More than usual.”
“Now? But I was having FUN! I’m not done killing the armadillo!”
“Finish him off in the morning. It’s time for bed.”
“Okay, Miss Bridget. Tell me a story first . . . . please? I love your bedtime stories. Please, please, please, ma’am, ma’am, ma’am . . . . ” (Rolls over and acts silly.)
“First get under the covers with me, Reggie. Comfy? Good. . . . (Pause.) Once upon a time–”
“Ooh! Tell me about Spike! Tell me the one about when Spike barked at a hundred cows and they were all standing around the camp looking at him real mean and he was surrounded and– ”
“Reggie, calm down. Let me tell the story. (Pause.) Once upon a time there was a dog named Spike. He was the greatest boondocker that ever–”
“What’s a boondocker, Miss B?”
“Never mind that now, Reggie. You’ll learn soon enough. Stop interrupting and let me tell the story . . . . ”
“Oh! Oh! Don’t forget the part about how he rescued his beef bone! I love that part!”
(Sigh.)
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NOTE: To read the original story, click this link: “What is this? The Chisholm Trail?”
