Day 22 A day of exploration and innovation

Today was mostly relaxing and catching up on a few little things. Our hosts, Kim and Randy, were leaving for a while and would be back, eh, whenever. They took Dude with them. 

Since I was feeling better, we took a walk on the beach. There is no one around and the dogs always enjoy it.

Tad's new girlfriend, the little Shephard looking dog that has seemingly adopted us, stayed back to guard the motorhome. I was hoping that she would be gone when we got back because Tad REALLY likes her and he can be resourceful. He has even learned to open the screen door. Kasey likes the little bitch, but I am not too fond of her. Sure, she is cute, but obviously looks can be deceiving. She got into a really vicious sounding tussle with the campground dog, Kim and Randy's dog Dude earlier. Kasey says that Tad has named her Consuelo.

At least we had a break from her so Tad could give his brother some attention.

The campground, The Last Place, is well taken care of with lots of flowers. Even our short walks around the yard are enjoyable, except when I brush one of the multitude of thorny things, then a few choice but short words emerge from my mouth. The whooly mammoths we brought with us seem to gather a sampling of the available prickly products dotting the landscape. 

I learned the hard way to always wear shoes, even inside. 

After our walk we did laundry and reassembled the tow bar. We removed it during the rescue mission. It was not helping. We discovered our connector for the tow bar dislodged from the bumper and so we set to work to reattach it. 

We checked the lights and all are good! A few tasks done and we set out exploring more in the Honda. We drove south toward Cabo San Lucas. There are a lot of places for sale and the pressure to develop is immense but the locals are fighting it.

We saw crested Caracaras and a baja whip snake. This is near the National Park where fishing is not allowed. 

We drove all the way to Santa Barbara. No not the one in California, the one in Baja California. A much smaller town. Actually, not even a town. More like a house or two. The road is pretty washboardy and narrow in places. Construction of these back roads must have consisted of a road grader cutting down into the surface to a hard pack layer. The result is a road lower than the surrounding terrain wirh mounds of soft soil lining the outer edges of both sides of the road.

When there is opposing traffic, you may need to drive up on the side where the soft sand is. Hold off as long as possible so as not to spend too much time in the soft stuff. Every so often there are "topes" or speed bumps. Don't be in a hurry. 

On the way back to camp, we stopped for more beach fun and to give the dog that thinks she has been adopted time to realize that we are gone, that Dude is gone, and she should go back to town to get something to eat. 

No one but us! 

We started to get hungry, which we were hoping the dog, that won't leave, was also getting hungry and had given up on us. 

We arrived back at camp and did not see her. But soon the little varmint that likes to beg and jump on you, came trotting up to us. Even though we clearly asked her to go away, she was sure we were just kidding. 

We decided to go enjoy the pool and that is when we hatched the "How to ditch a dog you don't own or want" plan. 

We had to talk quietly because she listens to every word and we are not sure if this is HER plan all along.

Kasey would take dog food and walk back to town with said dog in tow. He would wait for me to drive in, then distract the unwanted guest with some vittles and jump in the car for the get away before she knew what happened. Sort of the opposite of a kidnapping plan.

Our little plan worked but we were sure she would be right back. So far, she has not come back. Hah, we outsmarted her.