Here's A Plan...

...Army Doctors shouldn't lay a finger on ChickenHawk Cheney's blood clot until something is done for the troops he purportedly supports, at Walter Reed, and other veterans' hospitals. Seems the useless ones always get priority treatment. Just a thought...

Park in the Suburbs...

...Drive into town, in a real "town" car. Shot On Site at "The Ranch" Escapees RV Park, Lakewood, NM.

They're Doing It Again...

Those damn yankees...

"That’s our Boston: from proud birthplace of the American Revolution to a city of drooling idiots just blowin’ shit up."

Read all about it here.

The Schedule...

Yeah, us too. But our 6 week vacation in New Mexico is nearly over, and not a moment too soon, because we're broke. It's time to make some money to pay the bills. So here's the schedule for the next couple of months:

• March 3-4 AAWC Hutto, TX
• March 10-11 WGRA Boswell, OK
• March 17-18 LSWC Ferris, TX
• March 22 GCA Ferris, TX*
• March 24-25 #OPEN# (Possibly NOTRA, Boswell)
• March 31-April 1 #OPEN# (Possibly LGRA, Iowa)
• April 7-8 IGCA Valley Center, KS*
• April 14-15 BCOSW Belvidere, IL
• April 22-28 SDCA Specialty, Fontana, NC
• May 5-6 OKIGO, Fairborn, OH
• May 12-13 #OPEN# (Possibly OB NOTRA, Indiana)
• May 20 Silken Specialty, Gray Summit, MO
• May 26-28 #OPEN#
• June 2-3 ASFA II Farmington, MN
• June 5-8 SCOA Specialty, Lexington, KY

*Pending approval of organizers

Lots of choices after that... we'll just have to see how it plays out.

60 Year Old Solos Navajo Bill Hill Summit.

Waiting for the rescue chopper. (See the speck... waaay up there)
Self Portrait, at 4800'.
That's the spot. No, not the big one on the left, that little "pimple" on the right. The northernmost point of the Florida Mountains. Yes, they put caches in out-of-the-way places.

35 Miles Down the Road...

...there ain't no Booby, NM.

Image of the Day

The view from Nick's Dome Cache. Had to do some climbing to find this one. If you look on the righthand side, on the "road", you'll see the Escape, where Margaret and Rally were waiting. They served a valuable service waiting by the car, however. When we arrived, the GPSr was connected to the car- when I disconnected it, it went blank. The batteries were dead! Here I was, within a 10th of a mile from the cache, and in the middle of freakin' nowhere, with no tool to get to the goodies! Why I crashed out of the Boy Scouts. I decided to go looking anyway.

While I was scouting around a rockpile that looked promising, Margaret waited by the car. About a half hour later, a guy came up the hill in a jeep. He was looking for a way around the mountain. Not here, dude. So when he turned around, Margaret blocked his path and forced him to sell us two used AA batteries, which he took out of his flashlight. She gave him 2 bucks.

Freshly armed, I climbed the mountain, and found that sucker! This was a big one.

I decided to be greedy, and take one of the Border Patrol luggage tags. There were lots of fun things in there, including a Fuji single use camera with a couple of shots left. So I took a self portrait. This is a lot of fun, and today- a lot of work!