Not Much To Report!

I woke up in time just to see the last Cormorant sitting on the cable.  And shortly thereafter it flew off.  Doreen says she saw quite a few leaving as she was looking out the window from the bed.  I wondered what this cable across the water was for, so I looked through binoculars, and then took this picture.  As you can see from the picture, the cable comes in to a tower, and then there are just two cables anchored into the ground.  At the Nevada side, the same thing.  The cable seems to go nowhere.  I think it is just for the birds to land on 😀!  It's quite a good sized cable, so the birds can have a pretty good grip.  We wonder where the Cormorants go during the day, as there is no sign of them until they appear each night on the cable.

We sat around for the longest time this morning before getting away at near noon.  We both had showers, and Doreen was happy with the facility 🙂.  We seemed to dilly dally around all day, stopping, shopping, and generally waisting time, so we didn't get to our destination until dusk.  One of our delays was caused by a railroad underpass that our GPS lady insisted we should use, but which was about a foot or two lower than the height of Miss Travelaire.  And Miss Travelaire insists on not stooping down.  We finally found another way around, but it took about half an hour.  After reaching our campsite, by the time I got my camera out I couldn't even bore you with a picture of Miss Travelaire gracing our campsite.  And our campsite (N33 21 49.9, W114, 39 53.6) is away in the middle of the desert.  We travelled south along the Colorado dancing several times between Arizona and California before settling on the Arizona side of the river.  We are parked on BLM lands (Bureau of Land Management) just across the road from the Cibola National Wildlife Refuge.  There is no one else around, and we are in the middle of the desert.  After getting settled, we sat out under the dark sky, and watched the stars and planets as they rose and set.  It is eerie quietness out here.

While on the California side of the river we noticed the gas prices at some places were almost twice the prices on the other side of the river in Arizona, near $5 per gallon.  On average on this trip we've been paying between $2.75 and $3.00.  So, when we arrived neat Blyth, Ca, on Interstate 10, we dipped across the river and filled up on the Arizona.  We then came back across to California and down to near our destination before crossing the river back into Arizona just before reaching our desert spot.