Home To North Ranch

We rolled into our driveway at about 9:30am this morning having left the Brenda desert behind.  I wanted to be back in time to lead the yoga class—thus the early desert departure!  I was so glad to wake up this morning—I don’t dream and if I do dream I rarely remember what those dreams were about.  But last night I dreamed we moved to New York City, lived in a huge, gorgeous apartment and when I had a flat tire a nice policeman changed it for me—now interpert that one!!  Weird!

Monday we met Geri and Larry’s friends—Claudia and John—they have a park model in Brenda for the winter months, living in Prescott the rest of the year.  They ride the desert almost every day and know all the trails well.  One of our stops was an old cabin which has become a spot to “leave your mark.”  Trinkets, bottles, very interesting laundry, a visitor log book--

Onward to Dripping Springs where we found pools of water and petroglyphs.  It’s always such a pleasure to find water in the desert—I like to imagine all the critters coming in to drink at night.

Dripping Springs was our lunch stop then we pointed the machines toward home stopping to ride up one of the tallest peaks in the area where cell towers are located—3300 feet elevation.

Quite the view!

The guys cooked last night, taking us to a Mexican food restaurant nearby—we had a wonderful time in the Brenda area—a great outing and it is now so good to be home in North Ranch.  Gina and Rollie are here visiting—it’s been too long since we’ve seen them!

Parker, climbing the rocks with ease on his four feet!

The motorhome is unloaded and the last load of laundry is in the dryer—life is good!