Wandering around the Oatman mountains here today, we discovered a lesser-visited petroglyph mound, and several areas where lots of the most colorful rocks have collected through geological upheaval and heavy flooding of washes and plains. Every time I go wandering now, I fill my hoodie pockets up with rocks to put at the hearth of our fire ring. Today we had to go home because my pockets were so heavy. And wandering around the internet this morning, Darell found that the site where we are turns out to be one of Arizona's 28 prime hang-gliding points - people launch off the mountain and sail for miles. It's no surprise, really, because it's windy as all get-out here. There are even wind direction ribbons on poles throughout the area (there's one about 30 feet from our RV) - we were wondering what they were for!
And here's Scout the Cat, looking out. He really likes it here, and since there aren't too many cactus or other dangers (except for the coyotes at night), we take him out regularly. When he isn't out, he looks out.
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