Monday, April 14
I delay moving camp another day to give the weather time to settle down. It’s chilly and windy and I want to stay inside the Best Little Trailer. Making a pot of coffee and a pan of oatmeal doesn’t heat the interior enough.
Time to turn on the Wave 3 heater!
Soon Bridget and Spike are snoozing, stretched out with no covers. Online I purchase another Dick Francis book.
It’s toasty inside. Between reading my Paperwhite and attending to my blog, the day lazily moves along. Around 3:30 it’s warm enough to enjoy a walk up the lane to a look-out and back. Later I cook spaghetti with green peppers for my supper and the crew has ground beef.
I attempt to write a blog post. The connection drops frequently so I close up the lap top and get back into my book. Tomorrow we’ll break camp.
Tuesday, April 15
The day starts early — 2:40 a.m. to be exact — as Spike and I step outside into the semi-darkness and cool, piney air for his potty run. Oh, this is the night of the eclipse! I whirl around and there it is! I run back inside, grab the camera, and take this shot.
The light creeps across the moon. The part of the sphere in shadow is a dull red.
“Okay, Spike. C’mon, boy! Hurry up! It’s cold out here!”
We sleep well and wake refreshed.
By ten a.m. the sunshine is bright and the day has warmed considerably. I do a final walk-around before we pull away from our camp in the forest. I don’t see anyone else camping here until a short distance before the forest road meets Highway 89. . . another Best Little Trailer!
Across the desert plain we go, northward on Highway 89.
I travel at a speed between 58 and 60 mph on this road. The speed limit is 65 mph which means we’re passed frequently by those going 70 mph.
This is a good day for driving and towing — no wind, clear skies, no glare.
All these road photos were taken through the somewhat dirty windshield. We pass several makeshift stands where Navajo jewelry is sold. I don’t wear jewelry so I don’t stop.
A good day for driving but not so good for photos. The “paint” of the rock cliffs is muted. We pass Native American settlements of small boxy homes and cone-roofed, multi-sided hogans.
I pull over for a little break.
Spike must’ve been sleeping because he seems dazed. Maybe it’s the strange surroundings. We drive about 60 miles to Tuba City (Highway 160). Another 70 miles or so we will reach out destination — Navajo National Monument.
The scenery changes as soon as we turn onto Highway 564 to drive the nine miles to the monument.
The crew and I camped at the monument last spring. Hardly anyone was here. This is Easter week . . . could be a lot more people.
Several cars are parked at the Visitor’s Center. Probably day people, here to hike the trails.
The more scenic campground, Canyonview, is not open for the season. We camped there last spring. I drive around Sunset View Campground’s taking a look at the 31 campsites. Good! Only two other RVs here and one tent.
I find a pull-through away from the others . . . and we’re home!
On the campsite side of the BLT, there’s a picnic table and grill surrounded by pinyon pine. The temperature is perfect. I walk the crew on-leash around the campground. When we come back to our site, I set up my camp chair by the table and the three of us relax before heading inside for a late lunch.
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