I bent the rules of My 2X4 Rule yesterday. I spent a good portion of the day on the Navajo Reservation, and about the only place along my route to spend the night was in Cameron in their RV park. I didn’t want to do that. After spending more time than I wanted to in Page (tanks, shopping, haircut) I finally made it to FR 302 just south of Tusayan, but too near the airport for my comfort. It was getting late (can you say 5:30?) and I was tired and needed a place to spend the night. So I set up within earshot of the road and the airport.
I was met by the Welcome Wagon. They seemed like a pretty nice group. The little guy was definitely in charge. I think she brought along the big boys as body guards. I was not about to argue with anything any of them had to say. They went about their business, and I settled in for the night.
Like I mentioned, I was much too close to noise. And the danged ole bugs were terrible. They were everywhere. Little noisy gnats filled the sky last evening, and again this morning. They’re quick. Check ’em out.
So, after I got up and had my coffee (there’s always coffee in the morning, and breakfast (oatmeal—don’t laugh, I like oatmeal) I moved a little further down the road. It’s very quiet here
While I was setting up Ole Gray went out exploring. As you can tell he had a little fun. It’s been awhile and I think he is ready for more. Not today, though. All that work in getting from Point A to Point B, setting up, and plus I didn’t sleep well last night (must still be sluggish from all that driving). I think I was too close to the road, and worried about the welcoming committee coming back to tell me I wasn’t welcome.
I no sooner got the jacks down then the rain began falling. It didn’t last long, but the containers it came in have been hanging around all day. It seems the sun has taken a vacation day. Between showers I went exploring on foot. I think there is more exploration in my future. I just have to watch where I step. Don’t want to end up like this guy.
Really, what I wanted to show you is the view from my front window. It might get in the way of my reading for a day or two, but I think I can live with it.
What do you think? Do I have a serious problem, or is this something I might be able to live with?
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.