The running joke about visiting Las Vegas is that it is called, “Lost Wages” because gamblers lose their life savings and wages to the casinos. In my case, if and when we do hit the gambling casinos, I would rather spend the money on chocolate.
We made it to The Oasis RV Resort, Saturday, late afternoon, after an uneventful drive of about 4.5 hours. A heat spell hung over the city the first couple of days and 109 degrees made the side of the RV that was facing the sun, super hot to the touch and I had to hang a quilt over the window to keep it cool enough inside. The air conditioner was working overtime, trying to keep the cabin comfortable. Fortunately, yesterday and today are cooler.
I have been going over to the pool where pine and palm trees are planted, and birds are resting in the shade of their branches during the heat of the day. I discovered an Inca Dove, American Robin, Great-tailed Grackles, and of course, Rock Doves which are commonly known as pigeons. They are all urban dwellers and somewhat accustomed to human contact, but aiming a camera lens at them, always seems to spook even the bravest bird to want to take flight. I have to talk and coo quietly to them and try to reassure the birds, that I am not a predator.
Callie is back to being walked on the leash and does quite well until she sees a pigeon. Then she squats down like a sphinx and stares at the potential meal with her tail swishing back and forth. The birds aren’t used to seeing cats on leashes and come over and just out of reach of her to get a closer look. This drives her absolutely crazy. A soft chatter emits from her chest and she can barely contain her excitement at the possibility of tasting pigeon. I have to shoo them away before disaster strikes.
Tomorrow we are getting up extra early and will be pulling out to make it to Twin Falls, Idaho Wednesday evening. Our friends, Fred and Becky will meet us in Jasper on Friday or Saturday, so we have some long days of travel ahead of us. Callie doesn’t mind at all, and is thrilled to be back on the dash watching the road whiz by for miles and miles. Canada, here we come.
Yikes, the time is flying by so quickly. All is good with Callie and us. We finished a wonderful trip to Vegas to meet our daughter and to camp at Valley of Fire and Death Valley. Callie got a spooky, bright red, furry tarantula for Christmas and we are back home in the desert once again. It is a big, beautiful world out there in spite of the government shutdown. We hauled all of our trash out of Death Valley when we left and most people were doing the same. Happy New Year to all of you and may this year be filled with peace, joy, and happiness.
Joan and Callie
Yesterday morning we headed to Las Vegas. We packed up the RV with big raindrops plopping down hard on the roof and the thirsty ground, as gusts of wind billowed the clouds up above. The scent of creosote suddenly filled the air and there was a sense of delight and relief in the desert. The plants and animals that call Anza-Borrego Desert State Park their home were parched from the dry spell. It was the longest-running dry spell in California since records have been kept. Rain in the desert is a relief, whereas mudslides in Montecito after the Thomas Fire, were a tragedy.
As soon as the RV starts up, Callie jumps onto the dash to be a dash-cam cat and we are good to go. It was a full day of travel with clouds forming and blowing into mist and snow falling on the mountains. To see the mountains dusted with snow was a welcoming sight. The sunset was really dramatic as we wearily pulled into Vegas, and Callie was tired from keeping her post on the dash for 7 hours. We had one detour at Route 66 that slowed our progress down, but we finally made it as the sun was setting in shades of purple and a flash of deep gold, orange, and burgundy.
We are staying at the Oasis RV Park and it is an assembly line of big rigs and gigantic RV’s. Twinkling lights were wrapped around the palm trees in the entranceway and everything was orderly and well executed. We are staying for 3 nights and our daughter Lara will be joining us as we head toward Mesquite and possibly Zion, weather permitting.*
* with the government shutdown, we may have to come up with an alternative plan…
Lights out for Callie!
Valley of Fire State Park is the oldest state park in Nevada, USA and is located only 50 miles northeast of Las Vegas. It was a perfect getaway for Callie and my family while staying in Las Vegas and a much needed reprieve from the crush of humanity that the city endures during the New Year’s celebration. Over 2 million people descend on Vegas for this holiday and after a couple of days of city life, I needed to take a break. Valley of Fire is home to brilliant natural formations of eroded sandstone and sand dunes that are more than 150 million years old. The bright red hues of burnt sienna, raw umber and golden yellow ochre, paint the landscape with an artistic and colorful pallet, and when the suns rays strike them a certain way, the rocks and sand dunes appear to be lit with fire. Nature photography is at its best after a storm has washed the sky and nourished the ground and this day did not disappoint me. We drove over to Lake Mead when we first arrived and traipsed through semi dry but sticky mud to get to a cliff overlooking the lake. The clouds were dramatically back lit and reflected perfectly on the calm water, and it was crisp and cool after torrential rains from the day before. There was evidence of flash flooding everywhere and I was thankful we arrived when the storm had fizzled out because it must have been one powerful weather front! The sun came out in the early afternoon which provided ample sunshine for a picnic at Seven Sisters. After we ate we hiked along the Mouse Tank Trail to witness the beautiful petrogliphics that adorn the cliff walls. It was a breathtakingly beautiful day perfectly designed for dramatic and soulful photography. We spotted a group of female bighorn sheep with one yearling lamb quietly grazing along the roadside and ended the day at Arch Rock. I felt refreshed and energized after an afternoon spent outdoors and was ready to head back to Vegas to finish out 2016. Callie loved hiking around Seven Sisters and sitting on the picnic table for lunch. She needed to get away and enjoy the great outdoors and nature too. The next day when we decided to go out for breakfast she dashed under the bed to hide, which is her way of saying she wants to spend the day napping. We granted Callie her wish and let her stay hidden under the bed. We weren’t really going to ask her to join us for breakfast in the first place, and let her think she was getting her way, which pleases her to no end. If you go back to the hotel room after leaving for 10 minutes, you will find her spread out on top of the bed in a blissful state of sleep. She always lifts her head up in disbelief that you are back so soon, blinking in a sleep filled daze and appears consumed with guilt. It is a win-win for all involved. We get to have a quiet breakfast without her and she gets to spend the day in a lazy blur of sleep, thinking she got away with murder.