Like yesterday, the kids woke up and immediately got into the water.
Like yesterday, they squatted around their secret place, conjuring plans with their new friends. But unlike yesterday, we had to move on. So we said goodbye, and we were off by 9:00 am.
Good bye, Gila River!
But before we left the wilderness, we made the trek up the cliffs to look at the Indian cliff dwellings. They really are worth two hikes up and the threat of a lightning strike. There are 3 cave areas, 2 of them are pretty crumbled, and the third quite intact.
My little bird relied upon her trace of Indian blood to make war whoops and hollers, and she made it clear that she was the only one qualified to do this.
What a great, protected location for a house!
We go NOWHERE without catching a lizard or frog.
There were fried egg flowers everywhere!
Nobody fell off the cliff, and they remembered their rules regarding cliff hiking learned in Yosemite this spring, and we made it down with no mishaps.
My beautiful baby girlie ran back and forth on this bridge over a creek tributary to the Gila River.
We have encountered so many great bugs.
We are a day behind at this point because we were supposed to have stayed only one night in the Gila Wilderness, and we were to sleep in Canton, Texas tonight, but we didn’t make it that far. We drove through Las Cruces and saw the dramatic hills as it’s backdrop.
We passed El Passo with it’s confusing overpasses and old, crumbling buildings mixed with the new, and there was a feel of collision as the 3 borders met rather uneasily. We got to see a lot of emergency vehicles hauling away car crash victims and their destroyed cars. We passed through desert ranch land, passed many red plateaus, saw a Texas tumbleweed. All very interesting.
By now we are about 1/2 way through Treasure Island on audio book. Today The Lion slipped me the “black spot…” I fear my days are numbered.
By 10:00 pm the kids were about wild, so we stopped at a McDonalds with a playground packed with other kids, as well as the other bad parents who let their kids stay up that late to rub against germ-infested plastic tubes.
I sat down to feed the Screamer and called out to my kids that they were not to yell in the play structure. There was an older woman sitting at my table, typing on her IPad, and she said, “Please don’t tell them to stop. I come here because I had a miscarriage, and I just want to think about what my baby would have sounded like. I am 53 and I am out of time and chances to hear this at home.” A lot of people would have found her to be rather creepy, but I completely got it. S
So tomorrow is July 4th, and I have managed to keep their outfits for the day clean! Tomorrow we get to see fireworks!
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