Keeping It Light & Fluffy Today…
My last post definitely generated a lot of comments & interest. I knew it would, but it also kinda hurt (mentally) to write & read. One can only take so much seriousness in a week. So today’s post is going to be utterly frivolous, light and fluffy….and that kind of reflects my week here in Benson. Mostly our stop here is about cleaning the rig, doing errands and Paul’s trip home. In other words, pretty banal stuff.
But we’ve had a few interesting encounters, the first of which was our very first weather of the entire winter. While the rest of the country has been battling with deep freeze and all kinds of nastiness, southern AZ has been basking in one of the warmest winters on record. They badly needed some rain here and we finally got a few days’s worth at the end of last week. It’s always impressive when weather comes through the desert especially since the wide-open views means you see it coming from miles away -> dark ominous clouds, swirling winds & a kaleidoscope of changing colors until you finally get to rain.
Which leads to my other interesting encounter…Arizona mud!!
Now I’d heard about Arizona mud from other RVers for many years, but had never really paid much attention to it. You see I used to live in England and as everyone in the world knows there are few things that rival good ‘ol British mud. Once you’ve been stuck up to your knees in it (which I have), you pretty much feel you’ve experienced the pinnacle of sludge and sticky matters. Mud, hah..you don’t know mud! What could possibly compete?
Well clearly I’d never seen Arizona mud. The red clay that covers most of this state and which is deceptively rock-hard most of the time, transforms into a thick, oozing, shoe-sucking mire once you give it a few drops of water. After our single day of moderate rain (which penetrated no more than an inch into the ground) it was so darn sticky I couldn’t walk the dog more than 20 feet without getting several pounds of the stuff caked to my flip flops. It may not have the depth of the British stuff, but it has an adhesiveness and suction of which I have never seen the like.
I have new respect for the stuff, I tell you and all I can say is thank goodness we weren’t out boondocking in this!
I’ve also, as usual, had my share of pleasant socializing. Boondocking buddies Tom & Dianne checked into SKP Benson last week, while long-time RV bloggers Rick & JoAnne came into the park just a few days ago. Plus I was contacted by blog readers RV Nomads and spent an excellent evening catching up with these vivacious young travellers over a Mexican dinner in town. No pics of any of this…can you tell I’ve been busy?
On the fur-family front Polly has been incredibly occupied keeping track of me and the cats. I think the poor girl feels she’s failed when the “pack” separates (i.e. Paul leaves) so she becomes all the more clingy and persistent to make sure the rest of the group stays on track. I get a prompt wet nose wake-up call every morning at exactly 7:30AM, get pestered to walk at precise times through the day and am deliberately reminded of bedtime by the dog placing her head on my arm staring at me intently until I make the move. Honestly I have no life, but she’s such a darn cutie that I really don’t mind at all. This is what it means to be “owned” by animals, right?
We’re now only a few days away from Paul’s arrival back home which will be a huge relief for doggie, a joyfull occasion for me and will signal the beginning of our travels north. I may do one more semi-serious post before that time, but we’ll just see how it goes. Keeping it light and fluffy for now…