Settling In

Park service housing is always in beautiful settings, but the housing itself usually needs a bit of work. It needs to be reclaimed--either from dust, pests and neglect, or the previous occupant. It needs to be re-outfitted with bedding and paper supplies. Then you scavenge any unoccupied rooms for the best of the blinds, chairs, etc. This weekend I finished reclaiming my master bedroom (large separate closet and bathroom). It feels good to be fully unpacked.

I've taken a couple of walks/bike rides the past few days and I am struck by the similarities and differences. Like in Michigan, bats soar overhead at dusk, snapping up insects. Unlike Michigan or DC, good-size lizards also scuttle out of my way. Dusk is a peaceful time of day here. The fading light highlights the rocks in shades of red, pink, and golden yellow. The campground is quiet, and most boats are anchored for the night. It is a contented time of night.


Also, my hair is loving the lack of humidity here. It is like it has never heard of frizz. =) Below is a picture of our normal late afternoon / early evening Arizona monsoon storms. Dark clouds, bright light highlighting the tan or red rocks, sheets of rain (often not reaching the ground), bright rainbows. Very dramatic.


P.S. This may not be the best blog post ever, but it did take the longest, for whatever that's worth...