Our Location: AZ 95, near Palm Canyon, AZ
A busy day yesterday as we had errands we wanted to run and of course we didn't listen to our own good advice and the advice of others that commented on the blog a number of days ago. We had to make a run to the transfer station north of Q to get rid of our accumulated trash and so we continued on to Parker. Yes, yes, I can see you all shaking your heads and going tsk, tsk, you silly women. Okay, you are all correct, it was a mistake but oh well we accomplished our goals. I also managed to chat with my dad for a few minutes to assure him all is fine and that we have company with us for a few days.
Yep, we arrived home yesterday to see the Stinger Bee sitting comfortably in the yard.
The sun this morning over the Kofa Mountains.
The stores were busy and the shelves pretty much picked over but we still managed to get most of things we wanted and it was an interesting shop. I managed to chat with a woman named Rhonda, a bartender in Salome who was a treat to chatter with for a few minutes. She explained how it's soon time for the locals to take over again, the 'visitors' should be getting ready to pack up and head off in another direction. Or at least that is going to be the opinion in a few weeks, when those still here get cranky due to heat and being in one area too long.
This road runs not far behind us, goes north to south.
I walked way back toward those small black hills on the right today.
I got closer and closer but was stopped by a deep wash with lots of signage and so I turned around and came back home.
We managed to grab a pizza at Dominos for lunch as it was Riley's request. Riley is one of the easiest people to get along with about many things. You see yesterday was Riley's 28th birthday and it was her request for lunch. She didn't want anything else, just some good pizza for lunch. She was happy, which made me happy. She's such a treat to have along with me and I've very fortunate to have her with me. Happy Birthday to my youngest daughter.
Lots of saguaros back there but that bright line of green was as far as I went. The wash is very deep.
I think he's waving, don't you?
Very green out here south of Q.
Back home we turned up the road to the Igloo and noticed that our new neighbours had indeed arrived and set up. The Stinger Bee was parked as pretty as you please and those wonderful folks known to write the blog Celebrating the Dance were sitting out enjoying the sunshine and the warmth. Yep, Deb and Tom were expected and had arrived. We enjoyed the afternoon sitting in the sun with wonderful company.
I was intrigued by the look of this saguaro.
Being Canadian my first thought would have been beaver but we all know that's not so.
This small growth will some day be an arm.
Riley and I both started the morning with a walk. In opposite directions. Mine was to the west and the mountains we see out the window and Riley's was east toward AZ 95. I walked along enjoying the views and finding that not far from the rigs all signals completely disappears. It's very odd that we have internet on the phones that works, text messaging works but the phone will not call out. Oh well, we are still able to connect with the rest of the world and that is what matters.
I could see this guy far off in the distance.
Definitely a bird making a very large nest in that saguaro.
I just could not get there.
The winds picked up and we pulled in the big slide for a while this afternoon. Riley opted out of Happy Hour today, the rest of us enjoyed the partial sun but around 6 pm we all headed in doors. Too cool with the sun behind the horizon.
We all need a little help from our friends.
It fell or grew right between the two arms of the saguaro.
As you can see, it's definitely not helping the saguaros either.
So there you have it folks, another wonderful couple of days here in the desert. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you all had a fantastic day.
He has a number of arms but none on that one side, however plenty on all the other sides.
It is such a beautiful view.
Until next time.... take care, be safe,
Deb
