The Wagon rolls to Usery

The wagon we live in has returned to Usery Mountain Park.  Ah, the familiar sound of the gun crazies firing their paychecks into oblivion

. Across from the park the gun nuts go wild on Saturday and Sunday.  Every wanta be gunslinger in Phoenix is over there practicing for the day of the attack, or it may be the day Obama comes for their guns.  What ever it is they are spending a fortune on ammo getting ready. The war has calmed down as the day goes on, but the constant pop pop of guns never stops.  Because the gun range is an area full of large boulders a strange sound effect occurrs.  After the scared little man fires his gun there is a whoose like a jet taking off. The loud single crack from the gun is plain, but the reflected sound has a unique quality because of the different distances of the rock reflecting the sound.  Right now they are popping at about $1,300 per hour.  A dinger just let go a round of automatic fire. There must be some vicious targets up there.  Once in a while you here the machinegun open up. Just knowing these brave men are among us gives me a sense of securit.

Kadizzle took a nice ride down Bulldog Canyon on the cycle. The rain last night held down the dust and sand a little.  The Commander is going nuts wanting to buy a mountain bike that will cost about half what my college education set me back.  Such is life, we are in the last quarter of the game and we may as well go for broke. In a few days we head North for Christmas back into the land of the frozen.  It is a little cool here today, but that means it got down to 65 or something.