Most of the duck ponds at Whitewater draw are completely dry now. And most of the ducks have moved on to wetter pastures.
No! Not that kind of hitchhiker..... You think I'm crazy? Yesterday afternoon I found the dreaded mouse signs in my truck, and to quote Jinx the Cat; I hate those meeses to pieces!
I must've picked up the little varmints at Whitewater draw because I don't remember seeing any mouse sign when I left the Pima County Fairgrounds. Fortunately, I had a couple of the old fashion spring traps that are supposed to eradicate the little beggars, and they've always worked for me in the past. So I put a bit of peanut butter on the trap, and when I checked it this morning, the peanut butter was gone, and the traps weren't sprung... Drat, foiled again!
Since I had already put everything away and was ready to bug out to Picacho Peak State Park, I went ahead and made my way to I-10. While heading up the road with my cruise control on, I started thinking about those mice, and how they were probably gnawing on my trucks wiring while I was driving, and how maybe I better do something to severely shorten the mouse's life expectancy before I get too far from civilization. And since I had to drive past the Pima County Fairgrounds anyway, I figured I should spend the night there and work a little harder on getting rid of these mice.
There were also a couple of other reasons stopping there made sense. First, I needed to top up my diesel fuel. Since there's a water shortage at Picacho State Park, they won't let RVs fill up their freshwater tanks, but I can fill up my tank at the Pima County State Park. I also had an empty propane tank that needed filling, which I could do quickly and easily at the Pima County State Park. And I can run over to Walmart and get a few supplies. So all that, and hopefully getting rid of this mouse, made spending the night boondocking at the Pima County Fairgrounds seem like the thing to do.
This older model, overloaded, camper van is still on the road. And it appears that it's been the recipient of numerous do-it-yourself projects.
There's never a shortage of camper vans boondocking at Whitewater draw.
Sandhill cranes heading somewhere.
I sure wish I could get this rascal to hang around inside my truck for a while, there's a free mouse in their that I will gladly give away.
This two legged brush hopper used to be fairly common in the desert but due to folks ever-increasing grocery bills there finding out these birds taste just like chicken, so their numbers are rapidly decreasing because it takes eight or ten of them to make a Happy Meal.
One of the many problems I have with this type of camper that has the kitchen on the outside, is when it's cold or raining making a meal, or maybe even a cup of coffee, is a real chore.
And if your camper is surrounded by Werewolves just waiting for you to get hungry enough to come out, you may have a real adventure to write about in your blog.