Sat 11 March
Today the Mammoth Motorhome stayed in place while we headed out to tour the Chiricahuan Mountains. We crossed seamlessly over the Arizona State boundary--didn't even know it--and headed up into the heights. Everyone had remarked about the magnificent bird-watching opportunities in the river valleys there, but we didn't see all that many birds. Except the Bridled Titmouse and a whole bunch of Western Scrub Jay. And this lovely flock of turkey:
What we saw instead were views, wonderful, wonderful views. And waterfalls and rapids and stairstep drops. And mountain vistas--ahhh!
We returned in mid-afternoon to lots more birdwatching. It was a little too windy for the best of pictures, so I took Molly for a one-hour jog in and around the RV park and the trails they've cut through the low scrubbrush all around. We didn't go fast, but we did feel good. When we came back the wind had died down and Ed was grilling fajitas--shrimp and steak that I'd marinated back before we left home.
Brewer's Sparrow
Leaving Molly to rest, I walked over to Rusty's little menagerie and garden My favorite were the what-cha-ma-call-ems, strange animals sort of like little mini burros. I've seem them before but can't remember the name. And she had a few cages for turtles and lizards, which were all hiding at the time. And some African birds of various sorts.
NOTE: at night it got so freaking dark that I had to use a flashlight to walk the dogs! Unbelievable. And on that 'night it was mostly overcast when we went inside to eat but mostly clear when I went outside to walk dogs. The Milky Way was awesome, even more than always.
Not being able to see my way around, I headed along the path to the community center/garden/menagerie. She had the menagerie lit with blue and red lights, very cool. Not especially bright, but very beautiful. Mind you, when you walked a few feet away from it the lights totally vanished in the all-encompassing darkness.
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