It turns out Tucson is knee-deep in Bobcats. These are two of the four we saw catting around my sister’s house.
Then it was off to Albuquerque and another great zoo. This bull giraffe was eating off somebody’s lunch plate that blew into the stone barrier around his pen.
Everybody loves zoos.
Because we could, we hopped in the RV and tootled over to Amarillo Texas to meet up with my brother and sister-in-law. Pretty cool tootling. The high plains are pretty high. We didn’t get a free 72oz steak, but we found this amazing canyon just south of town.
There were obligatory long-horn cows watching the park gate.
Our campsite was riddled with gophers that probably didn’t have plague or hanta virus, as far as we know. We were able to plug in and run the heater, which was great, because it was 16 degrees at night. That’s like -500 Canadian.
Dana and Joanne loaned us mountain bikes and took us mountain biking all around the bottom of the canyon. It was super pretty and quite an adventure. Mountain bikes are way different than stingrays. There’s no place for the sissy bar, for instance.
These deer pretended to be tame and lure us into a trap, but I know they can eviscerate soft humans with one quick kick, so we stayed a safe distance away.
The coyote was not after him at that exact minute.
We ran back to the Mohave to get a little heat, and found an amazing remote campsite just 1/4 mile off a paved road. Absolutely beautiful – sunny and warm.
This is a yellow-banded heat seeker. He never moved. Perhaps he never will.
We assume this is a cow that stepped on our tire tracks. It would be a shame if we didn’t see an elk. We know we didn’t see some deer, either.
It was a great trip. RV’ing can be surprisingly fun.