We had scheduled today as a rest day and that’s about it. We did little other than make some preparations for travel tomorrow. We are dull sometimes. Maybe more than sometimes.
We are set up under an impressive oak tree. It offers superb shade but also drops 50 caliber bullet-sized and -shaped acorns on our roof, making a sound that keeps both of us alert. There are lots of very tubby quail in the campground. They are amusing to watch because they only exhibit three behaviors; bobbing their tasseled head while eating, running somewhere but never where their kin have run and, rarely, short flights. They have a firm strategy about survival – everybody hang together until the first guy chickens out and then all bets are off. Their feathered headgear is amazing.