We spent nearly a week in Datil, because Wolfgang wanted and offered to make some improvements to the cabin. Wanted. If I wasn't swoony before, that would have done it.
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| Not Wolfgang |
We were admiring this little guy, when another, larger lizard of another apparent species approached. "OMG! Godzilla v. Mothra!" There was running and hiding. The lizards did stuff, too.
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| This is big poo. |
The roads to my cabin are nowhere near RV-ready, so we split our time between the cabin and Datil Well Campground. Spud is Datil-road-ready.
Now we're somewhere else!
My guy will be leaving soon, and so you can expect me to be a sad quack. I'd rather be right than bereft.
