The photo shoot for Moosejaw has come and gone. Hauling models up rock faces might make up for not getting the chance to kick James Bond's ass. I feel like I've peaked here. Time to pull up the stakes and find the location in the pictures. I've got mesh bags. Inside of those - more mesh bags. And yes, inside those...
Thanks, Chuy, for the photos.
And for those that care, the phone will remain active. Imagine that.
Phoenix = cos(x)
Me = sin(x)
Any questions?
And while we're at it, before deciding to move to Phoenix,think about the underlying meanings of this:
Well, mainly ale.
Yes, London, a large city. Inhabited by, at least, 2 thousand people.
One is required, upon entering, to visit the token sights. Only after completing a detailed list may one enter any non-chain pub or coffee shop. Fortunately for me, I had been clued into this by my inside contacts and was cleared to experience the true London after only one day.
The museums are magical places. On display in each are at least 100 artifacts. This is amazing, as they only place for 5-10% of their collection for viewing. If we follow these numbers, than there is at least one piece in each museum for each resident of London.
After I became thoroughly cultured, I was then permitted to leave London for Oxford. Upon arrival, we were all handed ascots. Removing the ascot within the town limits was punishable by receiving mandatory matinée tickets to "Billy Elliot."
The final day I headed out to Richmond park. Overlooking the city and having a bit of a kick with the rugby ball, I saw at least one deer. 
All in all, I had at least 3 different pints of ale. Most of me is now back in the states. Hopefully the upcoming canyons will bring back the lagging pieces.
Note: Full photos will be available at some point.
My mom lives in Estrella Mountain Ranch. The development is named after the mountain range to which it abuts. With talk of her moving, it was decided that another regret would be added to the list if I didn't hike in the designated wilderness area of the Estrellas. So I convinced my canyoneering buddy Mike to leave the wetsuit and ropes at home and we'd do some old fashioned hiking - about 3 miles one-way and 2500' elevation gain up to aptly named Quartz Peak. Here you go:
The ridge heading Southeast.
And Northwest
Towering over South Mountain. Looking towards the Phoenix Valley.
So the question arose, "Where should I go to now?"
I was going through my collection of books today. I reached the subset - the how to fix god-damn-near-everything section (next to the recipe for Helluva' good horseradish)- and had a look at Audels New Automobile Guide for Mechanics, Operators and Servicemen, by Frank D. Graham, published in 1940. It originally belonged to Private Wilbur E. Wolfe, a relative in the paternal grandmother's line. So I opened it up and found this:
Here's what was on the other side. Unfortunately, the pencil has worn off too much to understand the writing.
I worked a load in tonight at the Biltmore Resort. The gig was for, I believe, something to do with Budweiser. It is possible that it may have something to do with Superricockuloushawk McCain. You see, he is married to Cindy Hensley. Her father, Jim Hensley, is the owner of the 3rd largest Anheuser-Busch distributor in the US. My coworker at the gig, an ATV-driving, gun-shooting, seriously serious about being safe at work person, says that he has nothing against marijuana. But that making it legal would reduce the consumption of beer. That is true, as marijuana is a vasodilator, inducing the "Spins" to the wary party-goer whose decision-making process has been altered from imbibing too much. Too much. I tell you, it wasn't the marijuana that led to that girl's pregnancy test being positive in that anti-pot commercial. But I digress.
So I went and filled up the tank after work. As I leaned against the truck, another car pulled up. The driver exited, and with him his dog. The dog immediately walked into the small convenience store between pumps and proceeded to micturate on the first possible target, which just happened to be the bags of sunflower seeds. So, I just think that, in general, it might behoove the general consumer to abstain from buying products off of the bottom shelf. That is all.
