We took the scenic drive to Bouse today. Pronounced like house or mouse-the host at the Community park camping area told us. It is the next town on the road we are camped off of. About 20 miles away. It has a grand population of 996. Sleepy little town.
On the way we stopped to see the Intaglio. That is sort of like a huge petroglyph made on the ground. It may be the god Kumastamo, who thrust a spear into the ground to make the mighty Colorado River flow. It is about 60 feet tall, including the fish and the sun. This photo of it is from the internet. The real one is hard to see, it is starting to darken up and match the soil around it. It has a fence and dirt road around it. There are a few more Intaglios across the river in California we saw on a previous trip. They are so big that no one knew they were there until airplanes were invented and some one flew over.
In Bouse we were stopped by this beautiful yard of color. We were taking a photo of it and Bruce Bailey came out and told us all about the flowers. Wild African daisies he says. They self seed around the whole yard every year and he just waters them. He collects and sells the seeds. He has been living in this house for 20 years. Local color.
We just happened to be there when the Donkey and Bull show was going on. I had to drag John to it, but how can you pass something like this up? It was the only show in town. It was basically the donkey Bandit and miniature brahma bull Rowdy doing tricks in a small arena in their yard, surrounded by a row of mismatched chairs. Pictured are Bandit, the donkey bringing his owner a beer, picking up his hat- after the hat he asked him to get his hanky, which he did out of his back pocket, later when he asked he tore the rear off the pants, and even later tore off part of his shirt, he had to push him up on the box. He also went up a ramp and rang a bell, rode on a teeter totter, went through a sort of maze where he had to open different gates, retrieved a few things, took his saddle off. At the show’s end they had both animals on the box and waved. It must be harder to teach the bull, he didn’t do much. But he was cute. John grumbled, said it was worth what we paid for it- it was free. I put a nice tip in the tip jar, since becoming an artist I have come to really appreciate other peoples efforts. There was quite a crowd ,we were the youngest people there, not sure how anyone even heard of the show. They do it every Thursday if you are ever in town.
After the show I talked to this gentleman who invented the invisible dog leash-fishing line-to piss off the home owners association where he lives since they require all dogs to be leashed. The tanks are a roadside monument to Camp Bouse, where General Patton trained troops during WWII.
There were many memorials for different units that trained there. I like this one for the mule Eight Ball, an Equus Asinus, their morale officer. Among other things he drank their beer, ate the underwear of the camp nurse. On the activity board by the post office I found this Sunday Ice Cream Social- BYOB-bring your own banana. Lots happening in Bouse.
Back home the almost full moon rising. This attractive topless waiter bring me warm hors d’oeurves to my lawn chair before dinner.
Dinner Valentines day eve under the moon. Nice.
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