Doggie Poo Pads

We've been nesting here south of Bullhead City, along the Colorado River, in Laughlin, NV.  We requested a space close the dog-run because it was under the internet router, the only place with decent reception for the computer.

Something doesn't quite sit right with me when a society creates a lush pad of grass in the desert for  doggies to go poo on. The Colorado River level is dropping and we're wasting it on pretty poo pads and golf courses.  Last one to leave, turn out the lights.

How many ways can you say, "Do this don't do that?"

American Wigeons dodging golf balls on the practice range.

KOA in Laughlin, NV owned by the AVI casino. Indigenous Peoples watering the desert for the European newcomers. 

Double-Crested Cormorant flying above the fray.

                                                   "Nuff said?"

Craps at AVI Casino

After moving from our BLM home on the hill at Earp, CA we landed in the "dry camping" area behind the AVI Casino.  The casino is located in Nevada at the extreme southern bottom of the states "V."  If you stand on the hill by the casino and look south down the Colorado River,  California can be seen on the right and Arizona on the left.

Finding a spot in the front row of the camper zoo we slid into a snug little slip and in 20 minutes another camper squeezed in right next too us.  As Jackie is fond of saying, "Close enough to pass sugar through the window."  We laughed away the compactness with a little lubrication from the liquor cabinet and went inside the casino to throw the dice at the craps table.  Winnings: $45.00.

Breakfast of champions.  Jackie's vegan-protein hotdog dipped in horseradish with hay sprouts tea.

All signs of intimidation disappeared when Jackie saw this old duck with suspenders on the golf course.  "Now that's my kind of golf," she noted with a wide grin.  We took half our craps winnings and bought two rounds of 9 holes, $20.  Now that's *MY* kind of green fees.  The whole course was more brown than green and the putting was more than a little bumpy, by hey, it was only $10 bucks a bag.  Great  place for us duffers.

Look at that form.  A 120 yard 5 iron from tee to green. At this rate she'll be on the WPGA tour next year.

Roadrunners on the course, a comedic relief amidst our serious play. 

To this nice fellow I extend my apologizes.  I asked him if he'd like to be on next month's cover of "Golf Digest" and he flashed the biggest grin I couldn't find it in me to pop his bubble.  I guess he thought I was legit when he said, after I snapped the shot, "I got a hole-in-one on # 3 just last week."  Or could be the laugh was on me.

 

Our time in Earp, CA

It's time.  After watching the sun rise and set from one place here at Earp, CA. on BLM land, it's time to move on up the Colorado River for different vistas and new experiences.  Besides, it's time to clean out my cache of pictures.

  

                                                               My kind of place.

WHITE-TAILED ANTELOPE SQUIRREL

This fellow would come and sit with a dozen beers, drink them, sleep and go in the next day for another dozen.

The night was exceptionally clear, I was lubricated, the camera was handy and so with a little fore-light by campfire and a 30 second exposure, "Me and the Big Dipper."

Swung the camera to the southeast and there hung Orion.

                                               Blue-tailed Lizard just a-loven the warm sun.

                                                   Your choice, "To eat or not to eat."

Panhandler in Parker, AZ asking for a handout in his work clothes.  Maybe a juggler or wanna-be hippie?

BLACK-TAILED KNATCATCHER                                       .
                                                     

 

Earp Sunrise

Earp Sunset

Fireside spirits

Thalia, the compounds pooch.

The girls thrashing out the afternoons news.

Jackie's pretty-stone obelisque.

 Jerry and Jan from Fruita, CO.

Old kids flying the two string kite.

Form in flight.

Maddie's rig after the rain.

Chimney Rock

Tim the Desert Dweller lives exclusivily in his Honda station wagon 12 months a year.  He's equipped with a wind generator, solar panels and a weather station.  Profession:  Professional Gamer.

I made our TV antenna out of a set of $5 rabbit ears and tin foil wrapped around a couple of wooden dowels.  Worked as well, in fact better, than the others around here with the "official" store bought models.

It took 2 smart phones and a laptop to book Jackie's flight to Washington.

Yikes, THUNDERHEAD, take cover.

Almost a paper moon.

Brown before the rain.

After an all day soaking, green.

Jackie's favorite stompings.

Parnel and Jackie trading picture taking secrets.

Feed bag and campfire put on by a couple of generous Canadians. 

One last sunset picture to say goodby and goodnight.