Sunday, January 25
I wander among the creosote bushes near our camp, eating an apple. Bridget sits on the blue outdoor mat, ever vigilant for my return. A curious chipmunk lives in tunnels here. Periodically he comes out and sits on his haunches, tail twitching, to survey our camp. Sometimes he scurries up the driveway for a closer, brief look.
I toss the apple core toward the entrance of the chipmunk’s home.
Enjoy a treat, little one . . . .
Later, at dusk, Bridget and I are in the Best Little Trailer.
I sit at the table under the back window, laptop open before me. Bridget is stretched out on the bed beside me, eyes open and staring, while she contemplates heaven-knows-what.
Oh my gosh! A coyote!
Standing about forty feet from the window, he’s a handsome, well-formed creature with a healthy, tawny coat lightly dusted with black.
His jaws are moving.
Hmm . . . He’s chewing something. Oh, the apple core!
Quickly I grab the camera, remove the lens cap, and set it on “through glass.” By this time the coyote has moved slightly and is now concealed by a creosote bush.
I’ll have to go outside for a better angle.
The darn screen door sticks before letting loose with a loud screech. The coyote darts and trots away, then stops and glances back before dropping into the wash and disappearing from view.
Another photo opportunity missed! Oh well, at least he didn’t eat our chipmunk friend.
Shortly thereafter another Arizona sunset paints the sky.
It’s hard to believe that I haven’t fallen into a cholla cactus by now, what with the way I run around in the dark with my camera, eyes on the spectacular sky.
The clouds gather in preparation for the rain that’s in the forecast for tomorrow.
Our days here at our peaceful camp in the Sonoran Desert are coming to a close. Soon Bridget and I will move to a new camp.
Bridget waits in the doorway of the BLT.
“I’ll be just a minute, Punkin. Let me take one more around the back.”
Monday, January 26
Rain, rain, rain. Bridget and I are comfortable inside the BLT, while the rain drums on the roof and droplets slide down the window glass. Clouds cling to the mountains.
I read my Paperwhite: The Oregon Trail: Sketches of Prairie and Rocky Mountain Life by Francis Parkman. I also study my Arizona Benchmark Atlas and research possible boondocks online.
We’re inside all day except for a few potty runs for Bridget during pauses in the rainfall.
Tuesday, January 27
I intended to break camp today due to reaching the 14-day limit for camping. Instead I’m extending our stay another day or two in order to visit Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. Yesterday’s rain delayed that little excursion.
After an early morning of overcast sky, the clouds part, revealing patches of blue sky.
“Looks like we can go today, Bridge!”
Next post: Our drive on the Ajo Mountains Road through Organ Pipe.
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Maple Grove Campground between Salina and Scipio, Utah, October 2014
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