I wake to rain on the roof and spring out of bed.
By the light of the somewhat-full moon, I fold up the chairs and grab the crew’s beds. I toss it all into the Perfect Tow Vehicle and run back inside the Best Little Trailer.
I tuck the quilt over Spike before sliding in next to Bridget. I lie awake listening to the night . . . Gentle rain, silence, then some wind, silence, more light rain, then silence until I hear . . .
The distant chug-chugging of a train .
Soon to follow is the whistle’s call, a sweet reminder that makes me smile with contentment. We can chug-chug toward the horizon any time I choose . . .
Next thing I know, the Best Little Trailer is lit by morning sunbeams and Spike is at the door, wanting out.
“Okay, baby boy. I’m on my way.”
Another day begins . . .
Our home in early morning light. Sidewinder Road, west of Yuma, Arizona
The recent, summer-like days are gone.
The air is brisk with lightly gusting wind.
Gauzy, white clouds float across blue sky. The crew and I find a wash to follow. Washes are best for walks. The sand is soft, unlike the hard, gravelly surface of most of this area.
Some washes or arroyos are only a foot wide. This one is like a highway.
The light is still dim this early (sorry about the low-light photos today). The vegetation consists of creosote bushes, rabbit brush, brittlebush, and ocotillo, as well as palo verde, mesquite, and ironwood trees.
Ironwood tree with creosote bush
Along the wash, mounds of sand are punctuated with holes, the doorways for chipmunk homes. I haven’t seen any rabbits here. I’ve heard a few coyotes during the night.
Too windy for a long walk. Breakfast is a better idea.
I try to do some maintenance tasks every day.
I check the PTV’s oil . . . good. The coolant, however, is way below the cold-fill line, so I add some more.
This premixed supply of 50-50 coolant-water is handy.
I also get out my shovel and go on poop-scoop patrol. The crew has made deposits in a wide circle around our camp. I bury it all in a shallow hole. Bridget and Spike watch with consternation.
I wonder why RVSue is burying our treasures. She sure is strange sometimes.
“Sorry, guys. Guess you’ll have to start all over again.”
The sunsets are spectacular!
On my honor . . . no photo editing. The clouds really do look neon.
The waning light manages to give the mountains a warm glow for a few moments.
Ocotillo garden and Cargo Muchacho Mountains at sunset
Time to go into town . . .
An email tells me that my Amazon order has arrived at Yuma’s UPS Customer Center. Well, most of it anyway. The rest will arrive on Monday.
Yay, packages for me!
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