Play Date: Li’l Burro meets Half Pint on Redington Pass

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.