with another dry warm morning

and, late afternoon, a second FedEx pre-inspected package dropped next to the “Deliver

to House, Please” sign…the driver, we assume, being understandably rushed after having

had to open all those Amazon packages…

Next day, Saturday, was the opening of PXP’s 52nd Annual Memorial Day Sale to which we

went to peruse paintings, visit with friends and, resisting more bowls,

brought home a few small things [as always].

Late that afternoon Bryan arrived bearing fresh delicacies from the Ferry Plaza

Farmers’ Market including the Best Tamales Ever, perfect for a celebratory dinner.

We stayed around Wall all the next day, seeing the birders and one new baby on their annual early summer visit following our own morning walk and watercolors. [not shown].

Memorial Day proper Bryan and I headed over the cricket-strewn Buffalo hills into California

for gas, greens and a couple of apples in Cedarville, then crossed the middle of an alarmingly

dry Middle Lake into Nevada, where the pavement [and Highway 299] ends.

To be continued…