Monday, March 7/2011

Our spot for the night in Kingman

Hogan chillin as we go down the hyway

The wind came up something fierce before we went to sleep last night.  John got up and put the dish down - better to be safe than sorry.  It continued the whole night and I felt like I was being rocked to sleep!!
When I awoke this morning, the wind was still blowing and the dogs were barking like crazy.  It was 6am.
Someone had driven past the bus and upset the dogs!!
Jace and Kim arrived for breakfast at about 7:30 and after coffee, bacon and eggs, headed back to Las Vegas.  Coors looked so sad!!
We waited for a bit to see if the wind would die down and eventually it did slow and we were soon on the highway heading back to camp.  Coors rolls in much the same way Hogan does (as you can see by the pics).  We stopped to get propane then decided to stop at The Seven for a beer and stayed for an early supper.  Both dogs are good to leave on their own in the bus as there is no mass destruction to come home to and that is a good thing!!  We headed back to camp before it turned dark - there is no fun setting up camp in the dark.  Charlotte and Keith greeted us and met the Granddog.  He of course greeted them by taking the biggest crap right in their campsite!!  Now that is a great first impression and a massive show of disrespect!!  "Grandma" got out the shovel and cleaned it up and I noticed that poor old Coors was taking another crap!!  Therefore,  this Grandma chooses to believe that the poor dog had not had a crap in a day or two and finally just "had to go".  Yea, that is how it went down!!
It didn't take us long to set up camp although John did have a bit of trouble getting the front wheel pads where they needed to be.  Or should I say, I had trouble putting them where they needed to be!!  I looked like a rookie out there!!  Finally settled,  Coors was off exploring his new neighborhood and it took him all of five minutes to have his front paws full of cactus thorns.  He was real good about allowing me to remove them and then he was off again.  It had been perhaps ten minutes since we had seen him and it was getting dark so we called and  called and called until FINALLY  the idiot came home with his tongue practically dragging in the dirt.  He must have been chasing something because he was totally winded and his chest and side were full of tiny thorns!!  What a prairie dog!!  I spent the remainder of the evening trying to get all those lousy thorns out of his fur!!  I am an awesome "Grandmother"!!  Stupid damn dog!!

Wickenburg here we come!

I call shot gun!

Prevost

Side wind 

Vulture Peak

Our turn off

Heading in to our campsite

With both dogs safely tucked in for the night, John and I got to relax and enjoy the quiet of the desert (unlike last night) and ended the evening in this manner that we have become accustomed to.