We are in the desert. THE DESERT. For whatever inconceivable reason it has rained two nights in a row. Last night was worse. The rain spattered down for all hours of the morning accompanied by some lightning and deafening thunder. It's a strange feeling being in a thunderstorm in the desert. Vast landscapes that you can see 30 miles across make you feel really small. Add in the fact that there are no trees and no buildings, suddenly the RV's metal roof is the lightning rod in the sand. Not the best place to sit. We wait out the wet stuff and watch the storm roll across the landscape.
Today will be our last full day in this landscape. Our waste tanks are nearly full and the water is empty. A grand total of 7 nights has been spent living without hookups and we need to re-charge with provisions. As the afternoon ticks by and the sun finally breaks over the horizon we get a chance for our favorite activity. Taking Eli for a walk. What we didn't expect to run into was a tarantula the size of a clenched fist.
Strolling within a couple feet of us caught me off guard. I stopped and pointed the little thing out to Katie. She then proceeded to have a 10 second long full body convulsion before composing herself. I swear to you, funniest dam thing I've seen her do in years. After collecting her breath she bravely got within a couple of feet and took some pictures. I however still try to act like a 5 year old whenever the opportunity presents itself. What do 5 year olds do to cool spiders? They touch their leg to see what happens. Spidey was frozen stiff and refused to move. A couple of more gentle pokes and I got nothing from it. We let little Spidey go on his way and returned back home. All the while I'm chuckling to myself over watching Katie melt down and re-compose herself in the matter of 30 seconds. It was a good day.