Friday, September 2
Panoramic view of Kinney Flats from campsite, south of Pagosa Springs, Colorado
Home on the range!
Labor Day Weekend begins and the peacefulness of our camp has not been disturbed. . . so far, except for someone practice-shooting up on the ridge. Reggie runs inside the Best Little Trailer, jumps onto the bed, and hides in the covers until the noise stops.
The crew and I are accustomed to the presence of cattle around our camp.
We accept the never-ending parade of bovines back and forth every day, the same as we do the clouds that float overhead or the flitting of birds from pine tree to pine tree. In turn, the steers know to keep their distance or face Reggie’s wrath. They stare when we come outside. That’s all. Peaceful coexistence. I’ll take a herd of cattle over a herd of people any day.
A quick trip into Pagosa Springs . . . .
At Tractor Supply I score a bag of Taste of the Wild, grain-free kibble for the crew, $2 off the regular price. From there, we go over to Wal-Mart. I run through the rain to dump trash in the bins in the parking lot. Then I dash inside where I buy a bag of red grapefruit from South Africa, two avocadoes from Mexico, a loaf of Dave’s Killer Bread, more Olathe sweet corn, along with a few other items — oh, and a rotisserie chicken, of course.
At the Farmers’ Market in Pagosa Springs I buy four, big, deep red, “homegrown” tomatoes and three, luscious Palisades peaches ($10.50).
Lightning, thunder, heavy rain in the night!
At first only a few, light taps. I wake up, listening, waiting.
Bring it on!
Soon lightning lights up the interior of our home, several times. No reaction from Bridget. Her regular breathing tells me she’s sleeping peacefully. Reggie cuddles up closer under the comforter, soothed by the steady drumming of rain on the roof.
I love times like this.
I get up and unplug the inverter from the 12-volt outlet and unhook the air card from the antenna cord. Quickly I slide back under the comforter with the crew.
I should’ve stowed the antenna under the BLT before going to bed. Well, I had no idea the lightning would be this close. If there’s a strike here, maybe it’ll choose one of our pine trees . . . which then crashes onto the roof . . ..
I push those thoughts aside and enjoy the storm, thankful for the much-needed rain.
I wonder how the people hit by Hurricane Hermione are doing . . . .
Saturday, September 3
Big puddles in the road, none in our campsite. The sun is drying up the mud and grass. The cattle are not in sight. Occasionally I hear a far-off moo.
They must have a place where they hunker down during storms . . . . They’ll be back.
The dreaded message appears on my jetpack . . . .
Verizon notifies me this morning that I’ve used 90% of my 10 GB allotment of data for the month which ends on the 8th. I’m not surprised because I watched a few Youtubes and a live stream. I’ll probably have an overage charge ($15), but in the hope of avoiding that, I’ll stay out of the comments section. Well, I’ll TRY to stay out. Just like I tried not to watch those videos and live stream.
Right now I have my eye on one of the tomatoes lined up on top of the storage drawers across from the bed.
Hmm . . . a sandwich followed by a peach for dessert . . . .
Gotta’ go! Bye!
NOTE: No, I’m not going to switch over to panoramic photos for future posts. I was playing around with my camera for these photos and never did get around to taking regular pics, so this is all I had. — Sue
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Camp at Oak Ridge Road near Salina, Utah, a year ago
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