Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.
Well! Five point seven/eights miles to be more precise. While it’s only a mile and a half between mile marks as the river flows, and the treks to the river and back, plus all the winding around on different paths in the bosque added up. This was the longest walk Jake has made with me since he moved in.
One
Beaver point is at the 194.5 mile mark
Surprisingly, I saw a dragonfly. The temperature was around 48º F (~9º C).
Two
Bushwacking on our way to Three
Three. A couple of dragonflies lying eggs in the shallows.
Four
On the way to Five
Five
Six
The Portal to Seven. Seems all portals look the same!
Seven
Jake recharged his pee-shoot in the Rio Grande by a cocklebur bush at the 194-mile marker.
Eight
Søren seemed impressed. Or not!
Spunk: “Why take a stinking 6-mile walk in the bosque when you can lounge in fresh-dried underwear?”
Silver: “Whoa! I can’t beieve you made Jake walk that far!”
Jake was a little slow after his long mile, and got caught in the skeeter net again.
A couple of women were walking five dogs and let two loose to chase the coyotes. Jake was not happy about those dogs chasing his coyote pals.
Coyotes with cranes overhead
Dusk from the spot where photo Two was taken.
Sunny and raining at the same time
Spunk giving Gwendolyn a hug and a kiss.
Car crash Tuesday. There were three accidents within a mile’s stretch of Coors Rd. on my way to Tristan’s house this afternoon.
Live Spunk Art
Saturday is rush hour all day. Slow moving traffic, all red lights.
The mama dove is in the nest again. I don’t know if she laid more eggs.
Flowering Vinca
Loki doing cator mortis yoga
Sasha
Coyote at dusk
Sunset
Dawn
A perkier flag
Daddy Owl in the dark
Dawn
Limp flag
Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (Back-in to get a boost)
Ch-ch-charging, need to be on that super source
Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (I know I might be a bit off course)
Ch-ch-charging, to be charging near an Apple Store
It takes time to charge me
But I can charge fine
Spunk Art
“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery
Breakin’ my mind…” — Five Man Electrical Band
I had to drive into town today to go to the Apple Store to get my iPhone checked out. It’s been eight months or longer since I’ve needed to go to the Apple Store. The Face ID on my iPhone is not working most of the time now. After lots of diagnostics, it turns out the Face ID camera is on the fritz. I dropped the phone a few times in the three years I’ve had it. That probably contributed to the demise of the Face ID camera.
Whenever I go into town, I get culture shock. Most of the streets around the shopping centers in Uptown are torn up and blocked off, so traffic was snarled. Most of the parking lots were filled up, and people were waiting for spaces to open up. I always park in the far lot where few people park because most people are either in a hurry or too lazy to walk a few hundred yards. I pulled into the lot and discovered that the places I usually park are now taken up by Tesla superchargers.
Pre-dawn
Mr. Cool
Off Center & Not Even 