Slept in this morning till 9:30 when Yuma started whining and wanting to go next door to join the Coffee Hour. I let him out, but he wouldn't go over there without me, so, that ended that idea.
It was about 10 o'clock when I got over there and the wind forecasted for today and tomorrow started rearing its ugly head. Luckily, it is sunny and calling for mid 70s today, so it could be worse.
It was around noon, when we split to do our separate duties for the day and so after a breakfast of three eggs and three pieces of bacon, Yuma and I decided to take the hour ride to the Valley of the Names. It's only about 10 miles away, as the crow flies, but it is on the other side of the Cargo Muchacho Mountains, so 32 miles by road.
Last year, Nick and I searched for the valley, but I didn't know it was on Google, so we never could locate the valley. I should know Google knows everything.
Passed this dead Cottonwood many times over the years and I still stop to take a picture. So alone!
Had no problems finding it this time, but trying to find the stones Dolly and I placed there with our names inside a heart was a different story. I can't remember where and the place is vast and hilly. I believe, it was 2013 or 2014 when we did that, but my blog search doesn't find it.
|Picacho Peak and my Jeep in the background.|
On the way home I made a quick detour to the Walmart in Yuma to pick up four boxes of Stroopwafels for my morning coffee. I had run out.
We arrived home, just in time for a shortened Happy Hour. With the strong winds from the north blowing under Tom's Stinger B, it got fairly cool when the sun lowered in the west. Time for me to fix Yuma and I hotdogs and then call it a night.
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