Labor Day at the Yard

Not only did the first annual Labor Day Salvage Yard Ranch party go off with out a hitch, so did John’s truck and popup. He found it out on the road after dragging the kids out at 2 am and walking along with flashlights and a handy piece of rebar holding it in place. The crocodile hunter passed but we had his replacement, Steve’s son Kipling, who found anything alive in his path. We saw a horny toad lizard, a stick bug, lots of scorpions, a small garden snake, a coyote killing a rattle snake, millipedes, caterpillars with spike tales (not sure of their name), and a couple of jack rabbits who Squirt tried to chase but were long gone before she even got a start. Shots rang out all day, till our ears bled….bang, bang…bang. Then there was the trip out to the natural spring at the base of Agua Fria, just 6 miles as the crow flies from the Yard. As we swam we wondered how many dried out cowboys swam the same spot only to look up on the ridge to see a war party of apaches. The shower barn still stood and the metal roof, gutter and water tank are all in place for next visit. Poor neighbor Larry lost his camper down to the valley, buy a strong wind which blew through. The rain had been plenty and the plants were all in bloom and green.