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The main full hookup campground at the Pima County Fairgrounds. I know most RVer's want to live this way, I just don't understand why. These folks probably had a pretty nice house, in a pretty nice neighborhood, and now for some reason they want to live elbow to awning with a hundred other people. Listening to their dogs bark, their television playing, and their noisy arguments. I know there's a reason this is what RVer' want, but even if I knew what it was I probably wouldn't understand it.
It was kind of chilly and rainy today, not a good day to be out and about, but I did walk over to the Hunter Jumper fields to see what was going on. I figured a little rain and mud wouldn't stop a serious Hunter jumper.
There wasn't any mud; what little rain there was, the water evaporated too fast to make mud. But it was pretty chilly; I was wearing a coat and still not exactly comfortable. I felt sorry for the riders; they all have to wear their Hunter Jumper uniform, and it's not exactly warm.
It was totally overcast, which is a mixed blessing. It makes the lighting great, but it's difficult to keep the shutter speed fast enough to stop the action. But because it was cloudy, that made the humidity high, and the 50° outside temperature felt like half that to me, so I hoofed it back to the bronco, locked myself in, and vowed not to come out till it was a sunny day.
I need to get some groceries, and Thursday sounds like a good day for that. It definitely requires a lot more care and paying attention to my supplies in the bronco since there's not much room for groceries, particularly anything that goes in the refrigerator. For example, one day, I need to buy a half-gallon of ice cream to see if the container will fit in the freezer, it looks pretty close, but the worse that could happen is I would have to eat a half-gallon of ice cream in one sitting, which frankly doesn't sound all that difficult to me.
When I got back to the Fairgrounds the other day, I was shocked to find out that someone had trimmed all the rosebushes, which by the way, had plenty of roses on them, the very rosebushes where I take all my flower pictures. There was no longer a rose in sight. Fortunately, I still have some leftover rose pictures I can use in an emergency, but somebody must've made a gigantic rose bouquet.
And right in the middle of that crowd of giant RVs is this van. Doesn't he realize he should be out in the national forest somewhere enjoying the peace and quiet of nature. Or maybe this is what he enjoys, an endless view of RVs in every direction. But RVer's get to choose the way they live, and the way they choose is always right, I might not agree with it, but its right nonetheless.
One of the small barns at the Fairgrounds. There's a lot of horses in town so it looks like the barns are almost full.
These are the three large horse barns, and they seem pretty busy.
If you are wondering what the Fairgrounds does with all the horse manure, I know I was, this is how it's accumulated. The folks that rent the stalls clean them out every day and throw the manure in that structure on the left. When that fills up, a skid loader with a bucket on the front scoops it out and puts it in the large roll on dumpster. And every few days a large truck pulls up, pulls the roll on dumpster aboard, and drives off to who knows where.
This is got to be one of the fanciest horse trailers I've ever seen. Now its not as cool as the semi's that pulls the Budweiser Clydesdales around... Nothing is, but it is pretty nice with its aluminum exterior polished up and shining like a mirror.
I figured I would finish up my blog post with this peaceful scene of a couple of girls walking their horses around the closed Hunter Jumper course in the sunset.
But that one girl is reaching in her waistband which means that she's either reaching for her phone, or her pistol. I'm beginning to wish I didn't look so much like a homeless bum.... Maybe I should shave.
Thank goodness it was her phone.... Looks like I won't have to shave for the rest of the winter.