Desert Ride

The morning started with the normal visit of our neighboring birds. Here is a comparison of a Mourning Dove and an Eurasian Collared Dove. The Eurasian Collared Dove looks like it has been on steroids next to the Mourning Dove.

Here are the beautiful House Finches with the Eurasian Collared Doves.

Here is one of the darling cottontails that visit us. While the birds all fly off when one of us goes outside, the bunnies don't seem to be bothered.

Here I am with Bob in his Polaris Razor and are getting ready to put on a pair of goggles.

The yellow Bug was John's ride with the dog riding shotgun. John spent hours with the dog and never asked Bob (Doodle Bug's owner/driver) the dog's name. Go figure!

We made a stop to reconnoiter where the heck we were going.

Here are a couple of free range cattle that chose to lie in the middle of the wash. They weren't too happy being forced to move.

Here is a cattle corral out in the middle of nowhere. It was empty when we left but when we came back by, there were cattle and bulls in the corrals.

Here we are all following behind the car John was in. John didn't have to contend with the dust which was half the fun.

A trio of saguaro's with the pretty mountains in the background.
Another scenic shot of the desert. Notice the tinge of green on the desert floor. With the little bit of rain the area got, the grass has greened up.
Here is Scooter riding along with his dad in the Dune Buggy. He really seemed to enjoy himself.
Half way through the ride and boy, was I dusty. The smile tells it all.

We located the fairgrounds in Bouse as there is going to be a car show next week. The gang plans on driving their sand rails, dune buggy's, and Razors rather than their vehicles.

Here is a picture of my fella (notice that he is not dusty). Check out the Aussie hat John is wearing to protect his face and noggin from the searing Arizona sun.

Stopping for a lunch break. No. 89 is a sand rail, there are two Razors, and a dune buggy in the back.
Here is a saguaro with many arms.
Here are some of the cows and bulls that were in the corral on our return trip. Check out the horns on the white faces bull.

On our return trip home, we were buzzed by a C-141 (that is what I was told). Everyone was amazed at how low the plane was flying and it did seem like it was taking a look at us as well.

It was a fun ride. When we got back, Brenda took their air compressor and blew the dust off of Bob and myself. John said he never saw me so dirty and I told him I don't think I have ever been so dirty. Would I do it again? Yes, in a heartbeat. Hopefully, we will get a chance to go out again when they actualy go up into the mountains.

We went and joined the crew at their happy hour after I had cleaned up. On our way home, we stopped at the Black Rock Cafe for dinner as our batteries had run low. We had just finished dinner when Bob and Brenda came in. They joined us at our table and we sat and chatted for a while. Good thing we left when we did as we had to walk home in near darkness. I think we will sleep well tonight.