I had a flickr friend once tell me that she calls this Gods fingers, I like that.
Out in the Havasu desert there are random barb wire fences. I was told they are from the the late 1800's and early 1900's to round up wild donkeys when there heards became to big. The fences are scattered along the old pony express route that Wells Fargo ran on.
The Music man and kids like to shoot skeet.
This Monkey loves the dirt!
He will be 21 in just a couple weeks and still like to play in the mud!
It's cold, raining and more crazy weather is expected here this weekend so it looks like I will have some quiet time. I plan on catching up on your blogs and finishing up my slouchy.
Hope you all stay warm and have a happy weekend!