February 9, 2018. We’ve been camped on BLM land (boondocking)off Hwy 62 west of Parker for a little over a week now. We’ve made a few trips into town and dropped a bit of cash at Wally to stock up on food items.
Fries also got a doggie bed that he absolutely loves. Charlie is miffed that he didn’t get a bed … yet. Charlie will not be left out, don’t’ worry. They didn’t have one his size so as soon as they get one that will fit him he, too, will have a nice new bed. This has been Chiweenie Brother Approved! Bark, woof, howl.
It’s our 9th day here. It is very warm as late afternoon turns to evening, and the windows are open along with the side doors and the back door to cool the van down before we turn in.
I must have dozed off, because it’s dark when I am pulled out of a fitful sleep by the sound of a coyote close by. Really close. I can tell Fries is getting ready to give ’em hell, but I can’t allow that. I am also fearful that Charlie will launch himself out an open window.
Instinct some how kicks in and my gentle pressure on the backs of the boys’ necks keep them quiet and immobile by my side on the bed. If I get up to close windows/doors there’s the real chance one of them will jump out of the van. Keeping that firm pressure on them and not speaking a word I pray they will continue to just stay immobile and quiet. Thankfully they do.
It’s unnerving, but fascinating to hear the different calls the coyotes make. Many yips with several different endings to some of them. I wonder what they are saying to each other, and what comes to mind is “Come out, come out wherever you are! I smell chiweenie on the menu.” In my mind I am laughing hysterically. With fear. No, they cannot get inside the van, but a wild wiener dog could get out of the van. After what seems like an eternity, they give up and move on, and I breathe a sigh of profound relief.
The next morning the boys are rewarded with a sniff-fest around camp. I give thanks that this had a happy ending, and there were no escaping chiweenies to become a coyote’s next meal.
The next night, windows in the “keep that Charles Barkly inside” position, side door curtains adjusted to keep chiweenies from sticking their heads out, but let air in, and the back doors resting against each other with a tarp over that to allow just a bit of air in we settle down for the night. All this done prior to lying down to read lest I unintentionally fall asleep.
The wind kicks up. The wind gets stronger. The wind blows the tarps off and the windshield cover goes flying. Well, at least the coyotes won’t be skulking around tonight.
I proceed to get out and rescue it all ending up with the front of the van packed with all the outside stuff: tarps, windshield cover, my solar oven full of drying broccoli, half of my space blanket that was on the side of the van providing shade. I say half because the other half has been torn off and blown to who-knows-where. I’ll look tomorrow.
The wind proceeds to howl all night and finally abates mid-morning. The boys and I take a walk to gather up the things flung here and there. We are fortunate to find a missing window shade and the torn off half of the space blanket. Now it’s time to dust and sweep and try to rid our vome of the grit and dust. My eyelashes are gritty and I find a few grains of sand irritating my belly button—sands gets everywhere when a wind storm blows through.
The next night we are dazzled with this gorgeous sunset.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs Travel! Hugs, Shawna