I had been watching this hole right by our trailer pad, but had not seen any movement around it. Then last night while I was sitting outside, I looked over and saw a ghost crab
perched right beside the hole. I moved to get my camera and he scuttled into the hole out of sight. I tried several settings on my camera to try to photograph him in his hiding place, but none of them came out great.
So I went to Wikipedia and found a photo to show you what the one I saw looked like — only the one I saw looked grayer than this one.
We dropped Sheba off at the vet yesterday morning for her bath. They told us they would call when she was ready to pick up. So we headed out to tour Fort Pickens.
We arrived before the visitors’ center opened, and there were no brochures in the self guided tour display. So we missed learning a lot of details about its history.
There have been several upgrades to the Fort, including updating part of it with reinforced concrete and adding a “Fort within a fort” when the original structure began to age and artillery was able to penetrate its brick walls. But that part didn’t interest me so much.
I did learn that the reason the building is missing one of its corners was that a fire had broken out in a gunpowder storage chamber and blew out the northwest quadrant of the fort.
What really fascinated me was the original architecture, which was most noticeable in the rear area which had not had concrete floors added and showed more of what the original structure had looked like.
We were still wandering around the fort when the vet’s office called and said that Sheba was ready to pick up. So much for Ron’s and my date without the kids!
When we got back to the trailer, I was met with another disappointment. Sunny NEVER has accidents indoors. What he does do when we leave him in the camper is pitch a mini fit and kick a pillow onto the floor.
This time, it was apparent that our rushing him through his morning pottie walk had been a mistake. There was a big yellow puddle on the floor — and one of my pretty upholstered pillows had been kicked into the puddle.
Ron and I are unable to go anywhere in the truck during the day because we can’t leave the dogs in it unless it’s a cool, overcast day. None of the shopping or attraction areas have shade trees. And we can’t take dogs on the beach. So we are pretty much having to take turns babysitting Sheba while the other explores the area.
It is wearing on us both. We really did make a mistake adopting her, but I can’t
see any way out of it. She is too sweet for us to take chances on her not ending up in a good home somewhere else. I have not heard back from the rescue people I contacted.
So, like any family, we do the best we can. 🙂