Photos for today’s post are a random collection taken in or around Las Vegas Bay Campground. They won’t match the text. Don’t be confused. Go with it.
Big brown truck? Oh my gosh! UPS delivers here!
The truck goes to the Class A at the end of our lane. I lay in wait and hail it when it returns toward our site.
“You deliver here?” I ask breathlessly. A pretty dumb question but, hey, I’m excited.
“Yeah, I come out here all the time,” the smiling guy in brown replies. “Make sure you put your campsite number in the address, and this is Boulder City, not Las Vegas. Here, let me write the address for you.”
A few moments later I’m online placing an order with Amazon.
I’m so happy! I’ve been wanting to order stuff for several weeks!
There are only three addresses I’ll use with Amazon — the address for a UPS Customer Center, for a business that accepts packages at a reasonable fee, or for my location.
(Using General Delivery at the post office works for mail, but isn’t reliable for packages that Amazon may ship via UPS.)
No need to answer that. As you may know, the BLT has a vinyl floor, one of the options I’m glad to have. However, the floor can be cold in winter. I find this colorful runner that is eight feet long, almost as long as the BLT’s aisle and it’s the same width!
Remember the pledge to leave a camp better than I find it?
I order a picker-upper which will help me clean up trash not only in our campsite, but also along trails, throughout campgrounds and day use areas, and in the desert.
These nifty items plus a few others are scheduled for delivery on Monday.
Amazon provides the delivery date for you at check-out. In anticipation I sign up for a few more days at Las Vegas Bay Campground. On Monday I do what I should’ve done immediately after placing the order.
I go online and track the order.
What? Where did my order go? I click around and find a message from Amazon. Problem with payment? Order cancelled? Oh, noooooo!
All I have to do is type in the new expiration date which takes about two seconds. Gee, what a disappointment. No pretty rug, no picker-upper, none of the other neat stuff . . . .
I love roadrunners!
Of course, I love all kinds of birds, but there’s something about a roadrunner that always makes me smile. I see the first one of the season as we leave Cedar Pocket last week. Gosh, that seems like ages ago!
The road runner does what road runners do.
He runs across the road! Quickly I grab the camera from the console between the front seats of the Perfect Tow Vehicle, pull off the lens cap, and . . . aw, shucks! He’s gone!
Click this link to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology website, All About Birds, where you can learn about roadrunners, watch a video of a roadrunner up close, and hear their various calls.
One night I listen to what I think is an owl. Then I realize it’s the coo of a male roadrunner.
I look up from my Paperwhite and catch sight of a roadrunner peeking around the oleander bush at us. Bridget and Reggie take off after him, barking.
“Darn! He was only curious, guys!”
Later I see a roadrunner snooping around the truck camper in the site diagonal to us. Probably the same one . . .
Las Vegas Bay Campground is home to a covey of quail.
While walking a wash with the crew we startle about twenty of them and they take off in a whoosh. These quail are used to living around campers and can be seen as they skitter on the campground loop like RVers on a race to the restrooms.
Mostly I hear them going “bwa-ha-ha” like they’re sharing a hilarious quail joke. I watch one pecking the ground and suddenly he lifts his head and laughs as if remembering the punchline. They’re fun to watch.
Bridget, Reggie, and I are on our way past a campsite where a man sits in his vehicle with the door open. He cranes his neck to see the pups.
“Oh, good. You have them on a leash.”
“There’s a coyote in this campground,” he tells us.
“Oh, really? What do you mean?”
“When do you see him? Dawn and dusk?”
“Any time at all. I’ve seen him in the middle of the day. A guy up there saw him go by his RV four times in one day. That’s why I looked to see if you had your dogs on a leash. Gotta’ be careful.”
His wife comes out and gets in the car. I thank him and we continue on our way.
It’s a good day when . . .
We aren’t camped in the section where generator use is prohibited. When we arrived it was almost full with tenters, along with a truck camper and a car camper.
It wouldn’t make any difference anyhow. This machine can be heard all over the campground.
I have another chat with Ben the full-timer.
Ben has figured out a way to RV that gives him the life he enjoys. He camps in his trailer during the week, either here in Las Vegas Bay Campground or he boondocks on the BLM land known as Government Wash, located on the other side of the dry lake bed.
In the next photo, if you look closely and have good eyes, you can see a few RVs at Government Wash (below the dark hill in a strip of light tan).
Here’s a zoomed-in shot of Government Wash boondockers.
On the weekends he takes his camper over to one of their houses or he parks it at Wal-Mart. Then he goes to a casino with a set amount of money — not much — and plays the sports gambling machines. I’ve never been in a casino and don’t plan on going.
I ask Ben to explain.
“You sit in chairs like in a theater and there are tellers like at a bank where you place your bets.”
“Oh, like at a horse track.”
“Yeah. And on the wall are big tv screens with various games and races going on. You watch the sports and bet at the same time. I enjoy it.”
It’s interesting how people adapt full-time RVing to suit their fancy!
I need to wrap up this post even though there’s a lot more I could write about.
The crew and I will move camp tomorrow.
The plan was to leave Las Vegas Bay today in order to avoid tomorrow’s low in the 30s.
After a night of strong wind, it’s still blustery.
I don’t feel like driving in wind. It seems I’ve lost the ability to do stuff I don’t want to do after a lifetime of doing what other people expect me to do.
That’s why we aren’t on our way to warmer temperatures today. Instead, here I am online, sitting on the bed with Bridget and Reggie beside me, having fun blabbing with you!
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