So where am I? And why am I here?

If a pic is clicked in the forest will the pic get bigger? This and many other questions of deep concern, won't be answered here.

Sunset last night. Not very interesting, but probably the last one I'll see at Ben Avery's for a while.

 A beautiful day today, but it was a little breezy, so it wasn't a perfect day for traveling, but like I've said in the past, the only place I like better than where I'm at is where I'm going.

As I pulled out of Ben Avery gun range onto the main road, I could turn left on the highway that would get me to New Mexico, or I could turn right toward Wickenburg, Arizona, and some excellent boondocking, and even more just down the road from Wickenburg in Congress.

 I chose to stick around Arizona for a little while longer. The weather being just about perfect lately, had a lot to do with my decision, and there might even be some wildflowers blooming down Wickenburg way.

But after leaving the protective hills on two sides of Ben Avery's, I ran into a headwind that was a little strong for my liking. I could've kept going. It wasn't a dangerous wind or anything like that, but it was cutting into my fuel mileage, and with the price of fuel nowadays, I like to avoid that if possible. So about 15 minutes down the road, I spotted scattered RVs parking in the desert on both sides of the highway, which screams BOONDOCKING to me. And since I was in no hurry, with no place I had to be, I pulled in and made myself at home.

I was in Wickenburg earlier this winter and had the oil changed in my truck. So now, once again, I will be in one of my favorite places to boondock. Somewhat less of a favorite than when Box Wash was a place I always stayed, but since that's being turned into a State Park at the moment, I reckon I have to resort to plan "B" and boondock on some of the State School Lands in the area and try to forget about the freedom of boondocking at the legendary Box Wash, which is in the process of becoming a place with fees, rules, regulations, and the deepest cut of all...Freedom killing, spontaneity destroying....Reservations.

But while looking on the Internet about what was going on in Wickenburg, Imagine how thrilled I was discovering a rodeo going on in Wickenburg this weekend; I couldn't believe my luck. Reading about the rodeo on the Internet, it looked great until I got down to the small print, which said this is a PRCA rodeo and no video or professional cameras allowed. Well, that's a bummer, but soon as I saw it was a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association rodeo, I knew my camera wouldn't be allowed. So even though I like to watch a rodeo, taking pictures is part of my enjoyment, and if I can't take my camera, I won't give them my money.

Oh well, I'll probably head to Wickenburg tomorrow morning if I don't decide to spend another night here.

Theboondork

Buffeted by the wind this morning, as I was heading for Wickenburg. I saw these folks boondocking a hundred yards off the road and decided I would get out of the wind and join them. The wind stopped blowing before lunch, but I liked it here and decided to stay for the night.

Sometimes horses get all twitchy when  the gun is fired, and the rider has to hold on for dear life. Notice his rear end is nowhere near the saddle.

Since there's no projectile coming from the gun, only hot gases and burning powder, there's no recoil from the weapon so even small women can shoot without any problems.

My last mounted shooter picture. So now I have nothing else to show and I need to get busy taking some pictures, of what I don't know.