Wednesday, January 30
Sunny has to remind me (because I can’t keep straight who said what in a comment) that she’s originally from Pennsylvania, later from Kentucky, and now from wherever her pretty Winnebago takes her.
It’s fun introducing someone to the Sonoran Desert. As an artist, she’s curious about the different plants, and immediately appreciates the beauty of the desert.
I decide to move our camp closer to Bill and Ann.
We email back and forth and visit each other’s campsites, but somehow it isn’t as good as being nearby. We can hang out together on a whim. I’m never with them that we don’t share some laughs, and Spike and Bridget are pals with their canine crew. They’ll be leaving in a few days and who knows when we will see each other again. Our new camp is across the road from theirs.
The crew and I hang out at Bill and Ann’s campsite while Ann finishes her stained glass window. I think it’s one of her best. Before we know it, the sun is low in the sky. I need to finish setting up our new camp before dark!
Isn’t it lovely?
Not only do we have a great view of Black Mountain, the surrounding terrain has several places where Bridget and Spike can be walked on soft ground. I check my Verizon air card and see one bar. After hooking up the antenna, I get three bars!
Thursday, January 31
First thing this morning, the crew and I set out on a “power walk.” That’s a walk where we hustle our behinds down the road the fastest we can go without jogging. The exercise is good for all three of us.
Some mornings, usually at a new camp, Spike is wound up so tight that he is, quite frankly, an obnoxious inhabitant of our 17-foot home. Whining, fussing, in and out the door, never happy until he works off the energy.
We discover a very wide wash that looks, judging from the tracks, like a highway for javelinas, coyotes, and four-wheelers.
It turns out this is the longest walk Bridget has accomplished since her injury. She didn’t hitch up her back leg until we were almost home.
I’ve got mail!
We check the Ajo post office general delivery. The postal clerk hands us two packages, the bank checks I ordered, and the package of mail sent by my mail forwarding company. I sit in the Perfect Tow Vehicle and hold my breath for a moment as I open up the package of mail.
If there’s a problem, it’s most likely to show up in the snail mail.
Let’s see . . . New vehicle insurance cards from GEICO, good. New health insurance cards, good. Junk . . . junk . . . more junk. Notice that pension has gone up for 2013, laughable. Notice that Social Security has gone up for 2013, laughable. Letter from health insurance, premiums up, no surprise.
Uh-oh . . . What’s this? From the Pennington County Courthouse, Rapid City, South Dakota . . . Oh nooooo! Jury duty!
I scan the document quickly and see the duty is for March.
I vaguely remember that my mail forwarding/legal address company, Americas Mailbox, can help a person assigned jury duty at a courthouse that’s a thousand miles away.
The bumper mount instructions have been revised.
Make sure you have this latest version if you plan on setting up the Wilson directional antenna on a post on your bumper. If this is your first visit to rvsue and her canine crew, I’m referring to “For Better Internet” accessed through the header. Oh, and also, if this is your first visit to my blog, where the heck have you been?
And no, that green thing sticking up above the door of the Best Little Trailer is not my Wilson antenna!