We spent nearly a week in Datil, because W. wanted and offered to make some improvements to the cabin. Wanted. If I wasn't swoony before, that would have done it.
We were admiring this little guy, when another, larger lizard of another apparent species approached. "OMG! Godzilla v. Mothra!" There was running and hiding. The lizards did stuff, too.
|This is big poo.|
The roads to my cabin are nowhere near RV-ready, so we split our time between the cabin and Datil Well Campground. Spud is Datil-road-ready.
Now we're somewhere else!
My guy will be leaving soon, and so you can expect me to be a sad quack. I'd rather be right than bereft.