Dial Soap Revisited, Getting Ready to Roll, DeAnza Birds

Today I woke up feeling significantly better. My back has been limiting my activities for the past two weeks so I was very happy to feel a bit more like myself! Now here's the interesting part...dial soap..... Those of you who have been with me a while may remember that when I crossed the USA on my maiden voyage with Wild Thing back in September of '17, I stopped at a campground at the Merry Widow Health Mine in Basin, MT where I partook of the healing radon waters and learned from a fellow visitor about dial soap being a remedy for back and sciatic pain. I tried the remedy back then and found it did seem to help my sciatic pain, but as the months went by and I remained pain-free, I forgot all about the remedy until yesterday, when I realized I was no longer keeping up with my "soap-in-the-bed" routine. Hummm...given the amount of pain I've been in, I was ready to try just about anything to get back on track so, last night I unwrapped a new bar of plain white dial soap and slipped in between the sheets with me (down by my feet!), and lo and behold, today I am much better!! Now I know the skeptics among you may say that the relief I'm feeling is the result of the fine chiropractic care I've been receiving, the stretching I've been doing, the time I've spent on the hard foam roller (torture by the way), and time itself. You may also say that this little bar of Dial is a just a placebo and that the relief I feel is all in my head. To all that I say, Hallelujah and pass me another bar of soap! I'm just so glad to have a pain free day I don't care where it came from! I'm just hopin' it continues to improve and that I wake up tomorrow still feeling good! And I will, by the way, keep that bar of soap in my bed and change it every month just like I was instructed to!

After doing a little jig around the camper, I spent the day collecting my art supplies from the art room and my sewing supplies from the sewing room here at the park. I cleaned and packed and ran errands. I'm pulling up my wheel chocks on Tuesday morning and heading north...well, just a little bit north! I'll have an overnight in one of my favorite campgrounds, Leasburg Dam State Park, just north of Las Cruces, NM then it's on to Santa Fe Skies campground in (you guessed it!) Santa Fe, NM! I'm very excited to be able to spend 10 days in Santa Fe. That place has been on my bucket list for many years and I can't wait to check it out. From there I'll be heading back to Tulsa to meet up with family!

This evening as I was taking the trash to the dumpster, I saw a flash of orange streak by me into a nearby tree. I could hear the bird calling and followed the sound until I spotted a beautiful orange and black bird that could only have been a type of oriole. I scooted back to the camper hoping he would stay put long enough for me to get my camera. He did, but just as I pointed my lens at him, he took off. I followed him to another tree but again as soon as I got close enough for a shot he was gone over the fence. With camera in hand, I started looking around for other birds that might be more cooperative models and soon spotted the lovely pair of House Finch tucked in a tree. They were masters of staying behind the branches and moving around so it was difficult to get a clear shot at them, but I managed a few. I got a pretty good shot of Mrs. Wren with Mr. in the background but when it was his turn in the spotlight, he was much more cheeky and stayed mostly hidden behind branches.

I started walking back to the camper when a smallish hawk looking bird swooped by and landed on a utility pole near me. It turned out to be a beautiful American Kestrel. I snapped a quick shot of him on the pole, then followed him across the park as he joined his mate in a dead tree just outside the park. It was a reach for my 300mm lens (I think it's time for a longer lens!) but with the sun beginning to set, the golden light gave a warm illumination to these wonderful birds.





Heading back across the park I again picked up the call of the Hooded Oriole and followed it to find him buried behind the branches of a mesquite tree. I managed one shot for ID before he took off again. How brilliant his colors were! It is such an amazing gift to be in an area where just taking out the trash is a nature walk!