Went up there yesterday afternoon without Little Bear – which he resented – because I needed one more marathon plant-watering session and that’s too long for him to stay in the Jeep when it’s hot.
LB wishes to place it on record that he disputes this finding.
Anyway I got the greenhouse Monday evening but didn’t water anything else because the soil was still moist. Yesterday things were drying out, and it might rain or it might not but I wasn’t getting paid to find excuses not to water plants. So I did the garden and the courtyard, which is time-consuming with lots of back and forth. Two of the three dogs have by now decided that I must be okay since I bring food, and besides I’m the only human they see, so they’ve turned into obstructive love sponges. The third dog is still Waiting for Vizzini, hiding under the deck and barking whenever I approach. That one is unfriendly to a bitey degree, so I just make sure he has food and water and check to see if he’s still barking.
In addition to the plants there was also some heavy bucket back-and-forth for the horses. There’s a hose that’s supposed to be able to slowly fill the trough from the water tank, but yesterday it refused to run. Fortunately there was still lots of rain barrel water. Unfortunately the only way to get it from one place to another was with a lot of back-and-forth trudging. In the middle of that one of the horses decided to eliminate the middleman and drink right out of the bucket. Considering the condition of the trough water I couldn’t in good conscience refuse. He was good natured about it, but it did slow things down. More. So all in all (sorry, LB) I still think I made the right choice about canine companionship.
It rained a good soaky rain here last night at 10, but that doesn’t mean it rained at all there. Guess I’ll know when I get there. I was getting paid to do it, so even if rain made my efforts moot I regret nothing.
With the start of Monsoon there’s a lot of new misty moisture in the air, which made the various layers of mountains visible. From the top of the mesa driveway I could look out over my stomping grounds, which from here seemed a long way away even though it’s only about five minutes drive directly or 15-20 going around the bumpy bits.
Unfortunately all I had with me was the Tracfonecam…
It’s a really lousy picture, but play along. The camera is on top of one of a line of mesas on the east side of a big plateau. That irregular dark line near the horizon is the ridgeline marking the west side of the plateau. The ground falls out from the other side in a series of cliffs that form the eastern edge of the valley which is my proper stomping ground. The horizon is the ridge on the other side of the valley, about that far again away. The Lair is in a hollow down in that valley, somewhat protected from wind and lightning. Personally I understand why people insist on building houses on the heights, the view is great, but I don’t really agree it’s the most practical choice.