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<\/a><\/p>\n[first sighted near Baxter, then here in the Truckee Gorge and a last glimpse [not shown]<\/p>\n in Sparks], 25 de Mayo. On to Wadsworth, up through Nixon,<\/a> bottom of the lake**,<\/p>\n spaced out the Limbo Turn<\/a> where I\u2019d intended to lunch<\/p>\n so ate late on the porch at Wall before unloading and partly unpacking after which<\/p>\n a short walk confirmed that \u2013 woo-ah! \u2013 water was making it into the lunch pond BOTH ways.<\/a><\/p>\n Unused to the new gaseous grill dinner was not particularly stellar and trying to finish up the last Cali blog I lost half an hour of edits, so gave up and went back to reading \u201cCalamity Jane\u201d. \u00a0<\/a>In the morning, internet poky, I laboriously restored the last night\u2019s lost work but lost hours<\/p>\n trying to get the digits to behave including but not limited to a lengthy call with the service provider who could only affirm that all speeds were normal from their end.\u00a0 On my end however, after various experiments and machinations at their request, I was left with no wi-fi at all.\u00a0 [Frustrating but anyway if you\u2019re reading this it means it somehow got sorted**]\u00a0 We had<\/p>\n a first day despite and the next afternoon spotted cows<\/p>\n [not spotted cows, black ones] feasting on Dave\u2019s saltgrass, or I thought I did; in the morning<\/p>\n they were definitely there so asked around, beginning with the cow camp at the bottom of the zigzag where no one was but once home found Tara\u2019d texted Willey who’d said the cows “most likely belonged to Dusty from Rodeo Creek\u201d so left a message and eventually heard back yeah<\/p>\n most likely…in anticipation the Inkies and I walked out checking gates and fence for leaks;<\/p>\n Saturday said Dusty was here with two cowdogs first thing. Once all the beasts were headed<\/p>\n up the desert we walked the ponds, breakfasted on the porch and fell in line behind six<\/p>\n weekending California Jeepers to 447, blew by them on the pavement, admired Jola\u2019s new car<\/p>\n at the P.O. and made it to PXP<\/a> just as they were opening…everyone great to see after so long, John’s paintings selling like proverbial hotcakes. I met a guy who\u2019d just guest-curated a show at the NMA<\/a> and proved it with a proof of the extensive catalog he’d edited then<\/p>\n bought two cups and was home in time for lunch, thinking I\u2019d go back with all our excess winter paper bags but L called late and talked long so stayed instead, eventually into studio, brief comatosia, some painting…took dogs to chairs, constant Holiday Weekend activity out on<\/p>\n the road. Sunday morning brought a cacophony of doves, dogs out at 5:30, 62 spotless degrees, not a cloud.\u00a0 We made the morning rounds, a fledge of magpies at the nearly dry upper well,<\/p>\n the usual and lunch before returning to the Planet<\/a> bearing bags in search of bowls for dog oil and condiments.\u00a0 Various individuals viewed the Inkies in the truck and were barked at.<\/p>\n Memorial Day morning became officially summertime in that it was warm enough to warrant moving from the porch to the pond for breakfast for the first time this year and as<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n