RV composting toilets create adventure.

I've had a little vertigo lately, so when it was time to take two cars into town, I drove circles around Annie. The Tracker went in for some preventive maintenance, and we went in to meet Kimbopolo at Ike's Coffee and Tea. We chatted over hot drinks; Kim knows the fine art of "leave 'em wanting more," because Annie and I could have visited much longer. Another time, for sure. If given the chance to meet her, take it.

We had limited success thrift-shopping, although I did find some earrings that made Annie ask are you going to wear them as earrings? Then a reflexology book that made her ask wouldn't you rather have those earrings?

So, you're saying no police involvement?

The pups I told you about running from found us at home. They turned out to be very friendly, and one let Annie pluck cholla barbs from her chin. Wouldn't let her near the dog's chin, though.

They like kitty kibble. Not sure how we know.

We're doing a reboot, so Duck systems can get away from us. No, not like that, but sorta just like that. Coyotes had started up their songs tonight when Annie announced that the Urine Bucket (that's boo-KAY) was already full.

Seriously? Already?

Yep.

Can't it wait until morning?

We won't survive the night.

If you've never entered a coyote-filled night, you'd have no reason to know that coyotes don't retreat. They love the night life. They got to boogie. They don't advance, necessarily, but they don't back down even when faced with our urine. And they keep barking. We couldn't see them, but they were close.

I was the Doorkeeper, Watchkeeper, and Lightkeeper. Annie poured, then she finessed.

For godssake, Annie, that's good enough!

If you jiggle it, more comes out.  

NOW YOU'RE JUST PLAYING WITH IT

On the other hand, please enjoy this picture courtesy of Jim and Sandie:

 

1.5 hours of anatomical relief

Thirty seconds in a desert night suddenly sounds like a bargain. But, wouldn't you rather have the earrings?

Coyotes and coyotes - living in the Sonoran Desert

Hand shown actual size

Annie grabbed her smartphone (Computer Age girl) and I grabbed my stick (Middle-Aged girl), and we set out for a walk.

I didn't include this for its photographic splendor.

Howdya do?
Howdya do!
Best be going!
Yep, me too.

This area planned to be a housing development. We knew better, so it was good to have Annie's newfangled find-yourself-thing. We ended up bushwhacking our way home. We were so invigorated that we jumped into the Tracker and bumped off down a "road."

Finally, I understand the backpacks (thanks, Lucy). Coyotes sell these "survival packs" (bottles of electrolyte solution, cans of food, a dollar-store can opener) on the other side of the border. They get hopeful immigrants to the US side, point toward a city 60 miles away, and buena suerte.

A couple of miles down the "road" a pair of big dogs headed after us and chased us, with intent, for a mile. We were not on foot. 

 

Darrell and Lucy came out to the site and got us level! No simple chore, since our hydraulic levelers have never worked. Although they dismissed it as no big deal, this extra work they did to make us comfortable was just for us. They did a custom leveling job. Guys, we love being parked here, and we THANK YOU.

Thawing out at Catalina State Park, Oro Valley, AZ

Our senior kitty disapproves of moving vehicles, but can't always tell when she's in one.

So nice I had to show you twice. 4X4 - oh yeah.

She ran through our campsite and past the small, fluffy dogs tied up next door.

We laughed at him. I hope that was the right thing to do.

Inviting a rodent for dinner.

This is a very pretty little park. It gets points off for tepid showers with cold air whipping in under the door. Points added for daytime coyotes (not applicable to small, fluffy dog-owners).

There seem to be no day-use capabilities, unless you're renting a pavilion. Camping only. That seems a shame, because there are several very easy-but-beautiful trails to enjoy here if you wanted to stop in for a hike.

I'll risk being Captain Obvious by reminding you that running off your onboard fresh water is a better bet than running a hose in very cold temperatures. Also, take a few pages from the Vandwelling book to stay warm in your RV. Reflectix, or even windshield sunscreens, go a long way to keep heat in. A Mr. Heater running while you're awake provides a comforting and cozy hot spot.

We can't extend our stay here, but we'll sweep off in a huff to another facility with electricity until Arizona decides to act like a lady. We hear she'll be done with finishing school by Wednesday.

~~~~~

Thanks for using our link as your Amazon shopping portal!