There are none.
There are none.
I noticed on these pants a couple dribbles from my latest fast food outing. Either hamburger juice or chocolate milkshake drippings. Don’t know. Unsightly. So I decided to hand wash the pants.
I had three packages arrive, Post Office, United Parcel and Fedex, all together within a two day period, a remarkable feat I pulled off if I do say so myself.
Here is Beans enjoying her turkey and gravy.
Is this for real? Is this how it is out there for Thanksgiving this year?
After feeding the fox we moved to a new spot maybe a quarter mile away just for a change of scenery.
In the shallow ravine nearby was this ice chest, washed in by a small flash flood it looked like. It got caught up in some mesquite brush and was partially filled with mud. The lid was elsewhere up stream. How can you lose an ice chest?
I had this tin of beef that I had bought at the scratch and dent food tent here in Quartzite a couple of years ago. I had bought a couple three at the time for $3 each. This last tin has been traveling around with us for awhile. The Best by date on the bottom read...well I couldn’t really make it out. I thought it best not to eat it. I would give it to our little fox friend that comes by in the evenings.
The recent lunar eclipse caused me to think about the great all-America total solar eclipse of 2017. I along with some friends had an ideal location for the spectacular show in Wyoming near the Nebraska border. Some of you who are following along today may not have been with us back in 2017, so I thought I would repost that blog entry for you as it has a couple videos contained within.
Hopefully the link below to the post will work and take you there.
Try this first by clicking HERE.
If that doesn’t work then copy and paste the link below. I cannot test it until it actually posts.
Also the individual blog post before and after are interesting if it is easy for you to click “older post” and “newer post” at the bottom of the page you are viewing. I’m winging it here as I don’t really know how this will all come out when it is posted. I tried.
Back in bed I begin thinking. How did he get inside? More so, how did he get over there onto the window next to my head? Are they any of his friends in here also?
Across the “river” from the petroglyphs are a few mortar holes where the Native Americans who lived here ground seeds into a powder for cooking. There are five holes.
On a walk across the rocky landscape I found a crystal. There are a few places about four miles north that have crystals to be found more easily. I just have never seen any around where we currently are. This is a good time of the year for finding them. The sun is lower on the horizon. You look in the direction of the sun and if lucky will see something sparkle far off in the distance. Then I walk towards it never taking my eyes off the shine. This means some stumbling over rocks along the way. This makes me wonder as does many things, “Why just this one out here all by itself?” Well it isn’t because the area has been picked clean by others as no one walks about in the middle of the desert like I do. There most likely are others lying about but they are just beneath the surface and haven’t been exposed by rain and wind yet. It is a half an inch (is that 1.5cm?) long.
Each year I revisit this spot where there are some petroglyphs etched into the rock face.