Moving with the flow

In an hour or so Denny will amble out of the bedroom and we'll start our moving day morning routine.

I'll miss the river here; early morning provides clear pink skies and green rushing water upon which the coots and mallards float. This morning the hummingbirds are competing for a spot at the feeder in an aerial dogfight. Soon I'll be taking it down and they'll have to move down the row to another feeder. There's always a hummingbird feeder at a campground.

Mornings and dusk have been the best time to sit and watch the river. Californians with their need for speed careen by on Sea-doos and Ski-doos or blast through with the throaty rumble of high horsepowered engines. Even those who own pontoon boats streak by a speed fast enough to tow a skier. What are they racing towards? Isn't the simple pleasure of being on the river and watching the birds, flowering trees and bushes and deep blue sky enough? It just seems so frantic and frenetic to me--where's the pleasure in it?

Our next stop is Lake Havasu City. We won't be close to the lake, the spring break teens and young adults will have returned to school and part of the campground will be closed since this time of year is considered "off season". The snowbirds are starting to move home or northward since the desert is heating up quickly and that's where we're eventually headed also. But for now, the desert is still our home.