Saturday, March 15
After breakfast the crew and I set out on a walk around the area of our new camp near Bouse, Arizona.
These days I can’t be sure how Bridget and Spike will respond to the suggestion of a walk. Sometimes Bridget plops her behind down and refuses to leave camp. When I walk off without her, she sits, stubborn and unmoving, staring at me until I return.
Spike loves walks.
However, sadly, there are times when arthritis takes the fun out of walking for him and he chooses to remain in camp. This morning both Bridget and Spike are rarin’ to go!
It’s more fun with Bridget and Spike along.
This morning they want to explore as much as I do. On the Benchmark map for Arizona, this area is marked as Bureau of Land Management land.
We come across a post supported by a pile of rocks.
From a distance it looks like a cross.
I assume it’s a memorial — not an uncommon sight in the desert — or possibly the grave of a pet. Upon closer inspection I see it’s not a cross, but four posts lashed together. Each post has a small bottle sticking out horizontally, held by their caps which are screwed onto the posts.
Hmm . . . Each jar has a rolled-up paper inside.
Curious, I unscrew one of the jars.
The paper is an official State of Arizona form for a mining claim, complete with diagram. Well, I wonder if I’m camping on a claim . . . .
I’m not concerned. Obvious campsites with fire rings are scattered all about. No apparent signs of any mining activity. If someone says we have to move, we’ll move.
I replace the paper and we continue our walk.
The crew and I follow the two-track “road” that brought us here. We stop occasionally to let Spike leave his messages. Both Bridget and Spike are in great spirits, enjoying an excursion in the fresh air of this desert morning.
The only sound is the crunch of rocks with each step.
No flowers right now in this part of the desert. Not much wildlife either. Very few rodent burrows. As much as I enjoy seeing wildlife, I’m glad.
No wildlife can be a good thing.
Few or no rabbits mean few or no coyotes, few or no rodents mean few or no snakes. I’ve seen one chipmunk since we’ve been here and heard the strident call of one flicker in the ironwood tree at our camp.
And, of course, there are those ubiquitous black birds that float on air currents. Seems no matter where we camp… from Arizona to South Dakota to Washington and all the states in between, a pair of big, black birds circle above. Slim pickins’ below . . .
On the way back to camp I stop a few times to pet and scratch Spike and Bridget to give them encouragement. It works! Off they go with renewed energy!
Bridget figures out a short-cut and soon we’re back at camp, the crew slurping from the water bowl.
I thought I’d drive into Bouse today.
You know, kind of look around, check it out, take some photos. It may seem crazy to anyone reading this, but I have to work up the ambition to re-enter civilization, if one can affix such a grand term to the tiny desert town of Bouse.
The clean, dry air, the sunshine, the silence except for the whoosh of breezes through the ironwoods, my pals napping on the folded quilts on the ground. . . all of it anchors me securely and happily in place.
Maybe we’ll go tomorrow . . .
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