What happens in Vegas: Las Vegas, New Mexico

What happens in Vegas ends up on a blog. Maybe several blogs, two tabloids, and a police blotter.

I don't know how the other women feel about revealing their current location, so I won't. Stalkers, we are legion here, and you will stay in Vegas, if you catch my meaning.

Here are a few of us, and their women:

 Here's how they all look, for realz:

Jeannie (Riley), Annie (Jake), and Barbara (Katie)

I am a New Mexican! I'm not new, and I'm not Mexican.

I'm destined for another 2.6 weeks in my new orange cast. I'm told orange is the new something. The women I'm camping with are being super-nice to me, so maybe the cast needs to stay on longer?

Lunar eclipse - don't come here for pictures

I've seen some outstanding eclipse photos around the 'Net this morning. These aren't any of them.

I'm only a waxing gibbous moon ...

...sailing over a cardboard sky.

Truth or Consequences gets a little spiffied up for Art Hop.

Cookie Crumbs Coffee Shop

Happy Belly Deli

Some of you know Jake the Dog, and will be happy to see that he had a river play date.

It may be impossible to be gloomy while watching dogs play in the water. I thought they must be walking on water, but the river is just that shallow just below Caballo Dam.

Composting toilets: the scoop on the poop

Back in 2012 I wrote a short essay on the beauty of composting toilets. In 2010, when we installed ours in the motorhome, a person couldn't even get a civil reply on RVing forums when asking about such things. Today, I've gotten 12,500 hits on that topic; it's three times more popular than the next most popular post. Thanks to RVing resource websites, the information remains everbrown, and some days I get more hits on composting poo than I do on my latest adventure. 

At 12,500 hits, I like to think that 1,250 people read it and thought "maybe I could do this someday." Maybe 125 people went through with it and installed composting toilets somewhere in their lives.

This is a movement whose time has come. Back around 2005, I read Joseph Jenkins' book, The Humanure Handbook, and thought "maybe I could do this someday." Who knew I would become a poo evangelist?

Dogs, cats, and nihilism - an Arizona fairy tale

The new things that happen when I get up to use the bathroom.

This is a family show.

 

Zee bed you have requested eez not available. Try again later, sil vous plait. 

Jake enjoys long walks in the desert, kibble by lamplight, and cat food. Turn-offs include loud noises, noises of any kind, and sounds.

Where's your fancy accent now, Mac?

My life is only ennui.

Annie has left the country again, so my life is only ennui, too. Let me share cute things that other people do.

Sometimes I post extra things on Facebook. Little things that aren't enough for a blog post. I'm going to start letting people post pictures and videos there, because. Come join us, because life is too short to stare into the abyss all day long. By abyss, of course, I'm referring to Nietzsche's Facebook page, and you just know the gloomy bastard has one.

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SHOPPING soothes pangs of existential angst. Thanks for using our AMAZON link!

Some fulltime RVers need help.

Andy over at My Old RV survived a Texas hailstorm that delivered softball-sized stones for 10 minutes. His home did not survive. Go read his story. I'll wait.

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Our rig has been swaying for twelve hours; my lunch will not survive. We're parked in an unfortunate place (where the wind is).

We had a lovely and odd weekend with our friend, Su, who traveled a long way JUST to visit us.  We laughed at a lot of inappropriate things that I won't share, but here's a hint: sixth grade.

L to R: Denali, Jake, Whitey, Su, Goldie, Annie

Another foot of clearance and a composting toilet, and this would be the perfect rig.

I said the weekend was "odd" not just because Su was here. While we sat out here, a huge truck came up the road, except it was really a mini-haboob. We grabbed the dogs, not knowing what they would do, and the dogs grabbed us for the same reason. Once that oddity settled down, a swarm of Africanized bees passed directly overhead. Don't mess with us. Unless you really like frogs and gadflies, let our people go.

Denali and Jake. Or, is it Jake and Denali?

Dude, what are you lookin' at? I'LL LOOK WITH YOU!!!

I STILL DON'T SEE IT BUT THIS IS GREAT RIGHT?

DUDE COULD HELP A GUY OUT YOU KNOW.

Jake is socially-awkward

This flower was not urinated on all weekend. It has survivor guilt. I have urinator's guilt.

A Big Dog in an RV, and Annie's Behind™

Outside a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx



















Jake is starting to dog it up around here.

Yin and Yang

A stick at tooth level! Thanks, guys!

Jake behind "Life is good" 

 It's April, and that means the tops come off. Sometimes we raise car roofs, too.

Annie's Behind™ the Tracker

I'm outside taking the picture because I SAW the road ahead of time.

After our desert romp, Annie replaced the ripped soft top on the Tracker.

We've been enjoying friends lately. We're sorry Cheryl couldn't stay longer; we blew her off to go get Jake.

In later years, the pair could no longer remember when humans stopped visiting. I seem to remember liking people, Roxi mused, reaching into her pocket for a poop bag.

We enjoyed an afternoon and evening with Hughes and Judy Moir, who threw their very, very busy lives into neutral to spend some hours with us. They're great company - energetic and charismatic - and it's a pleasure to see them whenever we can.

Grace and Steve kindly met us at a park so our pups could meet. These two balls of energy (with a matching dog) are boondockers, too. Steve has retired, and Grace pretends not to mind. They'll be on the road in less than two years.

Strawberry hedgehog in "our" yard

  

My new cousin with serious star power. There's a strong family resemblance; I don't want to talk about it.

What the HECK am I looking at here??

 

Hold us, we're scared!

 

I'm calling this "The End"