Music in the Campground

When The Commander and Lord Kadizzle returned from today's hike, what a pleasant surprise. Right behind our Earth Roamer was a wonderful live concert. Life is good.

Discoveries in the Desert

Rodger found the Geochache and then the Kadizzle crew went back to recover the unknown device. Pictured above who knows what it is? The strange thing has fins, but the fins are not configured in the normal fashion. Kadizzle speculates it is some kind of arming device for a rocket or missile. A lot of helicopters are tested around here and many of them are the Blackhawk type. If you think you know fire us a message.

What Did Kadizzle find in the Desert?

Yesterday Kadizzle took his first geochache hike. The hike was fun and a good way to practice GPS skills. According to infomation at the cache it was the oldest in Arizona. On the way back from the cache Kadizzle decided to take a cross country walk back. On the way back Kadizzle found a strange looking device made from stainless steel. It had fins on it in a strange fashion. It looked like a component of a detonator for a missile or bomb. If Kadizzle gets time he will put a picture of it on here today. Although Kadizzle did not bring it back, he did mark on the GPS where it is. Perhaps today Kadizzle will go get it.

Bud, Beer Cans, and Justin Time

Sally Greased her Wooden Leg

When Kadizzle was young he used to work with his brother for an old farmer. Lutrel Davis was always telling stories and singing songs. A favorite was "Sally greased her Wooden leg". I guess Sally was a pretty good dancer with enough grease. Poor Kadizzle may have to get a wooden leg so greasing it is a real possibility. Yesterday Kadizzle re-injured his left leg. The leg origionally went bad during hunting. Today was going to be a great hike for eight miles through the Superstition Mountains. Now, it looks like Kadiz will end up sitting in the library and doing chores.

Massive Bullshit in the Desert

Kadizzle got caught in a couple of cackle storms today. Usually Kadizzle accuses The Commander of getting into a cackle storm, but Kadizzle had his own today. First a round with Bud the camp host. Bud's dad was an oil field rough neck, so that got us going in all directions. Then on the way back from the morning visit to the executive suite Kadizzle ran into the old logging dozer man. Dozer man had not been seen for a couple days. Dozer explained he had ear balance problems that were making him sick. This launched into an hour long conversation into his exposure to radiation and a host of logging, mining, spying, lying, and everything else. Of course Kadizzle had an abundance of stories. The BS quota has been met for the week. Bud was up early and The Commander and Kadizzle heard the distinct squeak of the gate at 6 A.M. In not time Bud had the fire going. Yesterday while hiking with Barry he told me he called his wife the commander also. Barry, his wife, and my Comander made an eight mile hike. Kadizzle dropped them off and picked them up because of the bad leg. Barry told me what it was like to hike with two commanders. He was well instructed.

Discussing my AIDS and VD at the Library

Kadizzle is sitting at the Apache Junction Library. A very nice facility. In order to use their internet you must get a card for a dollar a week. When I got in line for my card the young woman insisted I get in line. At the time I was in line there was just one person there besides me, so it was obvious I was second in "Line". I explained to the young woman that my leg hurt, and I wanted to lean against the counter. She insisted I get in "line". Then she proceeded to explain to me people had to stand in line because they discuss very private things with people seeking to use the internet. In my mind I just wondered what could be so private. When my turn in line came the woman asked me what I wanted. I explained I wanted to discuss some private things, my AIDS, and my venereal disease. The woman who was in front of me was packing up her stuff and heard the whole conversation, she began laughing, but poor little library lady was just wound so tight she glared at me.

Wild Horses at the door this Morning

On the way to the executive suite this morning the wild horses came through our campground.

Mourning at Bud's camp fire

Soon after the sun comes up it is time to see how Bud is doing. Bud is the camp host. He gets three dollars a day and a few benefits. Bud gets up early and fires up his old washing machine tub full of Mesquite. A warm fire takes the chill off the morning. With the bright sun coming over the mountains the desert looks lush, and another wasted day begins.

Hiking the Superstitions

Yesterday the crew had a nice hike in the Superstition Mountains. With the recent rains and water running it was a very nice hike on a perfect day.

Mad Gun Dogs

Lord Kadizzle is a hunter, and has owned a gun for many years, but there has to be a limit to gun insanity in this country. At 7 A.M. as Kadizzle strolled to the executive suite to make his morning call at the RV campsite, it sounded like a war over the hill. The gun nuts shoot up about three hundred dollars per hour of ammunition all day long. Once in a while you can hear a burst of machine gun fire. Every little pipsqueak with an inferiority complex has to have a gun. The number of people carrying guns or having them at their side is amazing around here. Using a gun to hunt or ever a little target practice is no great sin, but gun nuts are a whole different issue. These people believe the quickest solution to any problem is to shoot it. Talking to one of these loonies the other day Kadizzle informed him "Let me know if my generator bothers you". The gun nut said "If it bothers me I will shoot it". Kadizzle asked the man to at least give a warning. When you actually see these people you realize the extent of the problem. This gun nut said he had five thousand rounds of ammunition in his RV. When the brain on one of these nuts finally pops innocent people are shot. Yesterday a policeman here was killed when he stopped to gun dogs. The worst problem we suffer from guns is the NRA. This organization will not let anyone in a state like North Dakota who is not a gun nut. The net result is all we have for legislators is a bunch of fundamentalist gun nuts.

On a hike the other day we encountered a young guy picking up something. Asked what he was picking up he explained to us it was lead. This guy was out in the desert picking up two hundred pounds of lead a day. After he showed Kadizzle what the spent bullets looked like we notices it was everywhere. To think that these people have shot so much lead all over the place is amazing. One of the saddest things about the gun nut mentality is that they are the same kind of people who have absolutely no respect for the environment. If you doubt what Kadizzle says go into an area where gun nuts have been practicing. You will find shot up everything, broken glass, pop cans full of holes and a general mess. Go to their camp site and see a rural mini slum. A year ago we went to an area Northwest of Phoenix thinking it would be a good place to camp and hike. We turned around and left when we saw what gun nuts on ATVs had done to the area. Hundreds of acres were ruined by these people who fear their own shadow.

Adventure Team on Picketpost

Summit Team defeated

Ruth, Roger, Kadizzle, and Jasper Littlebottom shot up Picketpost mountain at top speed. The trail got steeper, and steeper, then straight up. The trail seemed to disappear. Since the team got a late start time for mistakes was limited. Finally we concluded we were on the wrong trail, but were we? Back at the mobile module research seem to indicate it was the correct trail. We had to go up the notch in the picture and it was just the steepest bolder climb one could imagine. We may have to go back early in the day and try again. Today Kadizzles legs are sore, and Littlebottom may be hiking on her own.

Rainy day in the desert

Jasper Littlebottom wants to go for a hike today, but rain may hamper that plan. When things do warm up the desert will pop. Yesterday we went up to Rim Rock AZ to sniff the house we are looking at one more time. Things looked pretty dismal, and our desire dropped. Rim Rock is on average at least five degrees colder. You would think it was the arctic talking to the old snow birds.

The Cheat

The Commander is critical of Kadizzle using the computer. The Commander claims Kadizzle will run the generator just to use the computer. The trick is to use the computer when the generator has to run anyway. Being on the Net while RVing takes some adjustment. First you need a good cell phone connection, then you have to have timing. The laptop will run for about an hour and a half on its own battery.

The Commander A.K. A. the cheat normally reads in the morning, but on the road her routine is different. This morning she nudged up against me in my computer spot and said just let me on for a minute. According to The Commander she was just going to check her gmail. Then she said "Just one more thing". Next she moved to the other side of the table and took the computer with her. Kadizzle felt like he had just had his pocket picked. Kadizzle was left with nothing but an empty table to read.

Commander takes Kadizzle on Forced March

Ruth, Rodger, The Commander, and Kadizzle had a nice hike today. Climbed up to some old gold mines fairly near Mesa. Smelled like urine in the mine. That must be what money smells like. A lot of mountain bikers were doing some pretty spectacular riding. Kadizzle took the shortcut back, and waited by the road for the rest of the gang. Perhaps another hike tomorrow. Today could not have had better weather.

This Tree will bite you.

The jumping cholla is the meanest tree on the planet. Last night The Commander sternly warned Kadizzle not to take a short cut across the desert to the bath house. When Kadizzle got close he was tempted. Kadizzle used his flashlight and gingerly stepped around the only Cholla he had to pass. Then bang, something bit him on the leg. Although his left leg was closest to the Cholla the bite was on his right leg. Sure enough it got him. How does a tree do this? The clever tree launches grenades in every direction with sharp barbs, very sharp barbs. With all the wind the other day the Choa sent a grenade to the small bush near by. Sure enough the Cholla outsmarted Kadizzle.

The Control Center for Operation Hooplehead

Here at Kadizzle Headquarters North of Mesa we will stay up all night to keep you up to date. This is the debut of The Commander's first video. The Commander has threaten to post pictures of Kadizzle in his underwear. However, even the internet has limits.

Our camping spot on the Salt River

This is where the Kadizzlac is parked on the Salt River. You can see the Verde coming in from the north. You can click on the picture to blow it up. We are parked almost exactly where the green tent symbol is.

Surfing on the Salt River

These two guys decided to try surfing while the Salt River was up. The Commander has been in a great quandary about how to dry out a compartment on our camper. Luckily these guys showed up with a catalytic heater they let us use. The heater was intended to warm them when they came out. When we need something by some miracle someone always shows up with it. Restores my faith in the faith I don't know if I have.