Kadizzle and The commander took off for the grocery store this morning in a rainy overcast situation. As we left old Kadizzle noticed a helicopter flying low. Kadizzle figured it had to be someone looking for a landing spot. As usual The Commander said " Your nuts, no one will land at our place". Kadizzle did not care he went back to the camper. Sure enough after a month someone finally came out of the sky to our deluxe helipad. The Kadizzles are camped at one of the premiere helipads in AZ. We have three nice landing pads with a niche white H painted on each one. We have lights for night landing, and a big wind sock. We were hoping for Donald Trump to land. We would gladly refuel the Donald with water and watch him crash in the lake, but no such luck. Once the blade on the helicopter quit spinning to the surprise of Kadizzle a tiny littly pilot named Priscilla got out. Priscilla was shorter than The Commander. It turns out Pricilla was from Max Bass North Dakota.
Priscilla flew in from the Grand Canyon where she normally takes tours in order to help the Fish and Wildlife people do a survey. Getting here must have been exciting in this weather the ceiling is very low and she had to find a hole in the clouds to make it in here. We helped Pricilla get her stuff into the Forest Service apartment. Maybe word will get out about our nice facility and the Donald will come. The area is full of rednecks, and gun totters. The Donald could make a good campaign stop here, and stir the locals into a frenzy with some Obama gun talk.
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