Morning
musings:
Constant bird chirping has been the soundtrack to our days in site #59.
It starts at first light and doesn't stop until nightfall. Of
course, there is also the sometimes intermittent, sometimes constant crowing of
the community roosters. Between the
traffic on I-10, the trains and the birds it is never silent around here.
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Trail
cam showed a fellow camper walking by this morning and then me approaching to
get the card. There is one night time
photo in the batch but it’s not obvious in that picture as to what triggered
the camera.
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Watched a recorded CRC church service this
morning...haven’t yet been able to get up in time to watch it live. I’ve always maintained that God doesn’t care
about what I wear to church, that it’s my attitude that matters to Him. Given that stance it may seem a little
hypocritical of me to insist that Kim put on some pants this morning if we were
going to ‘go to church’. Just didn’t
know if I could take an Easter message seriously if Kim was sitting beside me
in his underwear. 😏
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Walked to Nutt Road again this morning.
I always feel accomplished to be on the back side of that walk but it
sure feels daunting when starting out.
Nice breeze on the way out today, not so much on the way back so I was
rather hot and sweaty when I arrived back in camp. Even though the fan was just blowing hot air
around it sure felt good to me because it was moving air. 
The
young pecan trees along Picacho Highway are leafed out...that’s a recent
development. Plants seem to be loving
this weather. And I saw another roadrunner walk run across the road. Got a few pictures and some video this time.
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Oh Em
Gee! It’s a beastly hot one again
today. Another ‘I just can’t put jeans
and boots on to go riding’ day. Another
‘let’s take a ride in the air conditioned truck’ day. I’ve been having a
conversation with myself about how there’s no shame in not riding
every.single.day. One of the main draws
of coming out here for me is the riding time we get. Michigan’s riding season is a bit short so
this is a way of getting some extra bike time.
However sometimes it’s tough to get excited about riding on a 97o
day.
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Evening
edition:
We’re in the process of mentally bringing our
time out here to a close. We’re planning
on taking tomorrow to pack up. Of course
we can’t complete the process until Tuesday morning because the bikes will need
to be loaded last. But all other items
can be stowed in their travel locations tomorrow so it’s a quick load up on
Tuesday. Kim will take care of his
telescope stuff and I can organize the camper.
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On my
walk this morning Sam Elliott rode by with a little dog snugged in his jacket
then turned around and came back to talk. Same as before, it was mostly him
talking and me listening. He let the dog
down but it stayed close as if it was afraid he’d ride off without it. Before he left I asked him was his name
was...Dean. Then I told him my name was
Karen. He got a big grin on his face and
asked how I like having my name hijacked in the manner that it has been. Oh, you
mean a privileged white woman who has a sense of entitlement and doesn’t like
it when things don’t go her way? I’m
tempted to change my name to Cindy. But
I added that it really wasn’t an issue for me.
I don’t think I fit the profile of “a Karen” so I try not to take it
personally.
He had an interesting method of getting the
dog back onboard...first he pedaled to get the motor to start (or so it seemed
to me) and then he stopped and it seemed to be a combination of dog climbing
his leg and him scooping the dog up. He
said he was on his way to the Peak...he told me about his secret trail that
cuts out a lot of the hiking around the backside of the mountain (the southern side). He’d be happy to show us if we want. Next year, Sam...next year. 😎
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After
turning on the A/C in the camper we left for a couple of hours in the
truck...with the A/C on, of course.
First we rode out to the new hawk nest I found yesterday on the off
chance that our stick set-up would allow us to have a peek at the nest. No, it would not...the nest was too
high. So on our return trip we made one
last stop at the raven nest to see if babies had hatched. No, they have not.
Next
up in my plan was to put some pennies on the railroad track and wait for a
train. Stopped at Dairy Queen to buy one
last Peanut Buster Parfait (extra peanuts, please) and Turtle Blizzard to eat
while we waited for the train. Put nine
pennies and a nickel out on the track and then waited. Instead of waiting Kim decided to drive into Eloy because as he said, "The pennies aren't going to care if we're watching or not." When we were geocaching we heard a train so back we go to our spot
on the tracks...coins still there. The train that we'd heard was apparently on the north/south tracks not the east/west tracks. We were heading back to camp on our frontage
road and here’s come a train...and it’s on the outside track where I put the
coins. Yippee Skippee! We beat the train back to our spot so we had
to wait for the entire length to pass by...and it was a long one. And it was going slow enough that we saw a
man, a dog and a duffle bag inside one of the empty cars freight cars. A hitchhiker!
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Did
the final wash tonight. One last thing to worry about tomorrow.
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There
has been a Fed-Ex Custom Critical truck in the campground for a couple of days
now. This evening I struck up a conversation
with Carolyn and during the conversation she mentioned that they were in the
Fed-Ex truck. So please tell me, what does Custom Critical mean? It means they deliver specialty loads all
around the country. Right now they’re
between loads so they’re in Picacho for a couple of days. They own the truck and it was customized for
their needs...for hauling sensitive and secure loads but it’s also their living
quarters. She mentioned hauling artwork,
pharmaceuticals, machinery and so much more...even had a onetime shipment of
dinosaur bones. They can pick and choose the loads, get to travel the country
and make good money doing it. It’s not
uncommon to have a security escort and she said that it requires two drivers
because someone must be with the cargo at all times. Sounds intense but they’ve been doing it for
7 years and she loves it.
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Happy
happy joy joy!! Yesterday I sent an
email to Dr. Raxworthy from the Department of Herpetology at the American Museum
of Natural History in New York and today I got a response. I wrote to him about the lizards...sex or
territorial? This is his short but
appreciated response:
Hi Karen,
So I know have two experts telling me it’s a
territorial thing. Wonder if Library Man
would approve of my ‘contact the expert’ method of research.
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We plan to head to Glendale at about 10:45
p.m tonight....my appointment time for the 2nd vaccine is 12:39 a.m. We’ll be there a little early and hopefully
can run through the process as smoothly as last time and be back on our way to
camp in short order.
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