It’s early August and I’m catching up blog entries by posting monthly summaries:
* January: I’ve been here close to two months when I notice my health starts declining. As wonderful as this camp site is, it is close to a creek, full of dying mesquite trees covered in lichens, on top of fertile soil covered in two kinds of mushrooms — a giant type with dark ‘dust’ inside and a smaller button-sized species. Plus, the site used to be an animal corral, so every day I walk over old horse manure. A pig, chickens and other critters also lived here.
An old stock pond at the edge of camp is dried out now (right and below). I wonder what will happen when the summer monsoon rains come.
My dogs find a white-washed pig’s jaw, surprisingly small for a pig as big as the landowner says used to reside here. Carlos and Dwyn gnaw and chaw this bone for weeks without denting it. The first to crack is a tooth — a pig tooth, fortunately.
At night, washing up before bed is challenging. The jug and bowl water is often close to or below freezing. My hands hurt before I get all the soap off. But the hands warm up, the face dries, and I have somewhere in town to shower once a week — so it is tolerable. Plus, we have many days when the sun is warm enough for pleasant daytime bowl baths.