We're looking forward to purely relaxing, of course, but hopefully getting out to see some of southern Arizona's beauty, including perhaps even an Elegant Trogon or two...
...I have to tell you that I visited Madera Canyon in the late 1990s with my ex looking for these little rascals. It was an odd experience: the campground was full of yay-hoos (my favorites were the potbellied kids who were chasing the family purse dog around hosing the poor beast with their super-soakers until the mom snatched up little Bubbles and started chasing THEM around. Dad's comment [when he took the time to look up from Wrestlemania on the 96-inch-teevee-powered-by-their-RV's-generator]? "He ain't scared - he's just WET!" Love it.) and the only other birders we encountered were on a Victor Emanuel tour led by a guy with the t'ickest Joisey accent Oi've eveh hoid.
"Trogons?" he leered, "Oh, yeah, dey're floi'ing arount up dere by da uppa poikin lot like pigeons!"
We never saw a trogon.
But we saw a missile!
Anyway, we're looking forward to a sunny March window from our rainy Portland home...
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Happy Trails, Chief!
We're getting warmer weather where I am in Kansas, and I've been able to get the bike out the past couple of days to get to work.
Before you go, I got some military stuff for you to peruse at your leisure.
http://votersthink.org/?p=1106
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Here's a companion for the piece I linked to above
http://preview.tinyurl.com/dds3wr
. . . and an excerpt, and canya imagine Joe the Plumber writing something anywhere near like this?
"'Turn back! Retreat!' shouted the men from the front, 'we're whipped, we're whipped!' They cursed and tugged at their horses' heads and struggled with frenzy to get past." This is William Howard Russell covering the Union rout at Bull Run for The Times. "Soon I met soldiers who were coming through the corn, mostly without arms... The ambulances were crowded with soldiers, but it did not look as if there were many wounded... Men literally screamed with rage or fright when their way was blocked... At every shot a convulsion, as it were, seized upon the morbid mass of bones, sinew, wood, and iron, and thrilled through it, giving new energy and action to its desperate efforts to get free from itself... In silence I passed over the long bridge."
oops, try this link:
http://tinyurl.com/dds3wr
Had no idea this was a "sans chirren" vacay; may have provided diff. advice...! Sounds like it is sorted, anyway, and we def. look forward to meeting up! xx
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