As ol’ Murphy can’t help himself and must pay a visit, I find my generator will not start after it runs out of gas while cooking my dinner on Thursday night. I filled it with fuel and pulled the cord to get it started, but it wouldn’t budge, not even a bit. Frustrated, I take the side cover off. Peering into the inside of the machine it is apparent this is something I won’t be able to handle.
Off we go early Friday to find a mechanic, and Deming being the friendly, helpful town that it is we are soon given the address of a local moto cross fella that works on small engines. He pokes around and satisfies himself that it isn’t the sparkplug or something else easily replaced and tells me he will give me a call Tuesday morning. Oh yeah, of course this is a holiday weekend, and I can see Murphy smirking.
The Chiweenie Brothers and I take lots of walks, Charlie looking for lizards, me looking for rattlers, Fries just happy to be out and about. We actually do find a rattlesnake crossing the road just past the visitor’s center on this morning’s walk after our trip to town, and we take a wide berth.
Once back at the van and settled in to do some reading to get out of the wind that is beginning to blow, Charlie spots this cute guy
Desert Horned Lizard.
And later this fella capturing his evening meal.
Chihuahuan Spotted Whiptail
Sunday we just get our walk in and are back at the van when the wind kicks up as it seems to do every day about mid-morning. Really kicks up. It is soon blowing so hard the side doors will not stay open and the windshield cover keeps coming loose and flipping up over the roof. In the distance the dust is beginning to whirl and it isn’t long before the Little Florida Mountains are obscured by the swirling dirt.
I scurry around closing windows, the back doors, and get the Chiweenie Brothers out for a quick potty break then it’s back inside and the side doors are closed. As morning fades and early afternoon shows up the temperature begins to rise. It gets to the upper 80s and it becomes very uncomfortable in the van with windows and doors closed. Totally tolerable when one can open the doors and windows; almost unbearable with it is closed up. The hours drag. Every half hour or so I crack open the side door for a bit to get a bit of fresh air inside. I can feel the grit in the air.
By early evening the dust settles and the winds quiet a bit, but still makes its presence known and probably will through the night. We can now leave windows and the side door open. The cooler evening air is heavenly.
Thanks for coming along! Hugs, Shawna
CURRENT READ: The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah. This book sometimes reads like a teen’s novel, but it isn’t a bad book.
Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves. —Jean-Jacques Rousseau