Half Pint and KamperBob invited Li’l Burro on a play date last March. Our RSVP: Yes, please!
First, an aerial reconnaissance run. Because I can. Thanks, Pilot Guy!
Little sporty Super Viking aircraft can lean a good 60 degrees and flip flop left and right, just like little sporty motorcycles, if one is so inclined. We are. Another comforting similarity to motorcycles: splats in the field of view.
I don’t know how to drive Pilot Guy’s camera or aeroplane. Yet.
Li’l Burro’s play date isn’t starting off too well. Operator error with the alarm clock. Forgotten sunglasses. The meet up-fuel up spot was hard to find. That happens when it’s been freshly renovated. With a wrecking ball. Oops.
It’s been a long time since Li’l Burro and I have gotten our hooves dirty. Work has been just too… workish. I’m a little unsure, but Redington pass is easy and Li’l Burro remembers his moves. Just what we need.
The shooting ranges in the area have been cleaned up. It’s a lot more pleasant out here than last time we visited.
Prompt Blogger KamperBob is on a hunt for crested saguaros. Why not? I have my own cactus finds.
Photography fun burns time. There’s snow up in them thar hills. Li’l Burro is afraid of the dark and - ouch! – his rubbery hooves are shedding knobs. Hm. Tomorrow is another day, says Half Pint. Control Road up the back side of Mount Lemmon can wait, agrees Li’l Burro. Pizza, beer, a lazy walk with canine friends console.