Saturday, February 18, 2017
There's one picture left on the wall at Last Hurrah and it's a guy hitting a golf ball into the Grand Canyon saying "Hole in One". I've picked out the photos I think will look good hanging on the same nails that previously had pictures on them. I'll get them printed out and see what they look like on canvas or print with frames and sort it out.
Friday, February 17, 2017
There's hardly a picture left on the wall over at the Last Hurrah part of Base Camp so instead of going through art galleries in town, and there are plenty of them, I thought I'd just take some of the best pics Alf has taken, get them framed, and put those up on the wall since they are all around here. Going through the collection this evening picking out the ones I like I found a folder labeled "Blood Moon".
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Lance is working on the boat dock over at Last Hurrah and when Jax and walked around the property on the way to see him I saw he had dozed out all the weeds by the boat ramp. When we got there and were talking he said he thought it would be a good place for camping and thinking about it, he's right. About the only time I'm full of campers is the disc golf tournament which is the 11th and 12th of March this year. I can expand the camping area some so that will help.
There's been a Prius parked out by the Base Camp sign for a few days with no one around. The footprints disappear immediately so I figure somebody parked, got into a different vehicle and are probably staying at the Wind Caves. On Monday Jax and I headed out to see if it was still there and because I haven't seen very many foxes lately thought I'd look for mountain lion tracks. Prius was gone and no mountain lion tracks.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
On Saturday Lucy, Jax, and I hiked up onto the Amasa Back. Was my turn to show Lucy some of the local magic. It was raining during the six hours we were out there but all the bad storms missed us my seconds or inches so it worked out pretty well. Hiking through the remnants of a small Indian encampment the tools are still on the wall and at the end of our journey. A rock with rocks stuck in it.