Roadtrip Day 117
A beautiful night last night. The moon was stunningly bright and the stars were brilliant jewels against the back velvet of deep space. Now it’s sunny and lovely. In the realm of funny but annoying, we’re parked under an Arizona White Oak, a couple of them actually, and the local “camp robber” bird (Mexican Jay) spent the morning bombarding us with acorns. Blapping on the roof like gunshots. Like gang-warfare gunshots, blast after blast. Brazen devils.
So we drove to Willcox today to take care of a few real-life things and get some supplies, e,g, I needed some plumber’s putty to take care of a little leak in our sink drain. Back to camp and nature. Ahhhh, much better. Ronnie hiked out to the meadow while I rested and read a novel. She got to see a dozen or so deer so I guess she won, if there were a contest.
Boneless pork ribs on the grill, mashed potatoes and asparagus on the stove as darkness falls. Tired now. Doing life chores is more exhausting than hiking. Dunno if I have the energy to write about Flavius and the boys. Maybe after I read and digest a while.