I can feel the eagerness

If I had a nickel for every pic clicked today; in no time at all I would have a quarter.

Comfortably boondocked at the Ben Avery gun range. Everybody here is armed to the teeth, yet I've never felt safer, nor slept sounder.

It was a beautiful day today, sunny and warm with humidity in the 20s. I wish it would stay like this, but there might be more rain Tuesday and Wednesday.

I'm doing much more walking than I did in Ajo now that I'm not afraid of illegals or cartel members jumping out of the bushes and stealing my truck keys, so they don't have to walk to wherever they're going. And speaking of illegals, a border patrol honcho said at a hearing recently that there are 55,000 getaways per month, and a getaway is defined as illegal immigrants spotted crossing the border by agents or on camera but were not caught.

Now when you consider that any illegal at the border can walk up to an American border patrol agent and just turn themselves in, and the border patrol will fill out a few papers, put them on a bus, and send them to wherever they want to go in the United States, you have to ask yourself why then does anyone want to risk their lives sneaking through 100 miles of  desert instead of just coming through our wide-open borders? And the only answer that makes sense is they don't want the border patrol to know who they are or what their carrying. This means those 55,000 people coming into the country per month could very well be dangerous to anyone that  accidentally gets in their way.

I haven't been doing much of anything since I got here. But now that I'm here, I can feel the eagerness building up to get things done to the Lance. That urge is building up very slowly; it's not like I want to jump up and tear the refrigerator apart; it's more like I feel that's what I NEED to do, and I will get around to doing it in the not-too-distant future.

Now that's a big improvement over how I've felt in the past, which was, I may or may not get around to doing it someday. At least now I have set a goal for myself: to start working on the camper first thing Monday morning right after breakfast, and taking a few pictures for my blog, maybe relaxing briefly, and do some stretching so I don't strain a muscle.

So starting work Monday or early Tuesday will give me all weekend to relax, clear my mind of everything I've put off doing, and concentrate on what I need to do. And Monday also happens to be when all of these competition shooters leave. And without all these people here, it will be peaceful and quiet, so I can concentrate on the job and not get distracted by all the activities going on around me.

Unless, of course, having all these people packing and leaving in itself could be very distracting, and if that should be the case, I may have to stay inside the camper out of everybody's way and watch a few movies until things calm down Tuesday or Wednesday.

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Nothing says welcome to Phoenix like a sky full of hot air balloons.

The truck camper in the picture is not the Lance, it's much nicer, some models are much heavier, and much more expensive. Wolf Creek truck campers, or made by the same company that makes the Arctic Fox.

Notice the dog tie-in with the camper naming procedure? When you get down to the Shih Tzu model camper it's tiny, and expensive, but somehow lovable.

It's kind of strange that at Picacho Peak State Park the whole area was covered with Poppies, but here at Ben Avery gun range I haven't seen a single Poppy, instead the whole areas covered with these sunflowers, and those tiny, yellow, nameless things.

I took this picture the day I got here when it rained all day.

Everything is very green, except the flowers which are very yellow.