This is Jack and my voice has been silenced by my two human travel mates, who want to hog all the attention. I’ve got about 5 minutes while they slurp a 2nd cup (the first one is always way strong, made by steve in the French press with heated water from the Coleman stove) of java at the Longstreet Casino located on a desert springs just east of Death Valley and Ash Meadows NWR (where I am sure I WILL HAVE TO BE ON A LEASH). Not sure how to encapsulate 6 weeks of travel in 4 minutes, but here goes; My highlights have always been my times of walking in the crazy varieties of natural settings I find myself with my Alpha male and female. The long hikes with them in the CanyonLands of Utah were terrific, minus the sore pads I got on the abrasive sand and limestone formations—-I had to take a couple day break from walking with them as a result, but then they left me in this god awful cage with other howling dogs at a kennel on the South rim of the Grand Canyon—I call it a Gulag!—while they went traipsing out of sight for a couple days.
The visits with other humans has been entertaining and given my keen interest in the new things that come my way with these two humans, quite varied. Try these on for goofy: Hours of me sitting in the van with vehicles swooshing by and neon lights flashing while they party on the ‘Strip’ in Vegas—talk about trying to find proper toilet facilities for a four legged! Finding a proper chunk of wild, ungroomed grass to do my business was equally challenging in Sun City outside of Phoenix—also the 80 degree weather sucked—way to warm for this black haired North- Westerner! Meeting up and hanging out with family (Deb and Peter Ciani, Bill Porten) and friends (Deborah Neff in Tucson, Dave and Kim in Bisbee, Tim and Raimie in Prescott) has been comforting and easy as they have welcomed me into their homes for an opportunity to roll on my back and stretch out my legs—life in the van with two others gets to be confining sometimes.
O—dang it! Here comes Steve and he is going to want to push the ‘send’ button and push off further into the Funeral Mts and Death Valley—-word has it I’ll get a walk about with an opportunity to sniff around at some of the varied sized holes in the ground that house everything from red diamond backs, to kangaroo rats.
Signing off for now, and until I can sneak my paws back onto their computer, I remain faithfully yours, JACK