As I sit here, basking in the sun of this place that the Devil himself finds an air conditioned room to hide in, I still find the beauty that can draw a person’s soul to this dry, arid, land of cacti.

We went on patrol yesterday, got to see some of the countryside, a whole shit load of country, and a butt load of the sides of cliffs. This is place has quite the plethora of Saguaro cacti. The quintessential Arizonian mascot.

I got to eat some delicious, heat beating, prickly pear cactus ice cream. I love me some ice cream. That ice cream was damn good. Speaking of ice cream, lemme tell you something about eating ice cream out here in the Arizona high desert. Back home, in South Carolina, in the sweltering sweatbox of sauna summers, ice cream will melt fairly quick. So you have to have two styles of consuming an ice cream cone before making a damn mess like your four year old. One, just be an animal and take huge bites. With this method, you are pretty safe that you will not lose a scoop off the cone. A drawback, is that you do not get to enjoy the goodness of the ice cream. Second, the lick. The lick is the most savory way to annihilate your ice cream cone. But there are many more negative impacts that could lead you ice cream-less and standing there looking like a big ass kid, all sad and shit looking at your melting ice cream upon the skillet hot asphalt. If, you have a beard, you will get ice cream in your beard. Embrace and enjoy, beardless folk will never get to enjoy that feeling of sticky, dried cows cream matted in the beard.

So, the prickly pear ice cream had to be devoured in record time, because there is nothing like 110 degree oven heat to make you relive your worst childhood memories of being the jack ass who drops all their ice cream.

At one point yesterday, it got to 127 degrees. I would guess that we averaged 107 degrees, give or take a couple.

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The fires have been atypically slow for this area, this time of year. Which is a good thing. The last thing this place needs is more places with no vegetation.

I got me two new coosies yesterday. I am quite excited. One is a shape of the boot, the other is green neoprene.

If you haven’t already, got a couple new pictures of some beards in the photo section.

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Stay tuned, there is no telling what might be just around the next bend.

I did forget something super exciting we saw yesterday.
The DC-10 air tanker. This is it landing yesterday after dropping on a fire in New Mexico. Holds 11500 gallons of retardant.

Awesomeness

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We made it to Phoenix, AZ. After three full days of driving, flat asses, shitty food, truck stops, and the classic rest stops on the side of the interstate where there is a magical fairy who comes and keeps those places semi-clean. Because I have never seen anyone cleaning one of those.

The first two days were somewhat lazily chronicled here:
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Yesterdays drive, well not much to talk about. Have you ever been to West Texas? There is not much there. Matter of fact, there ain’t shit all the way to El Paso, unless you consider quasi-barren lands, power poles and oil rigs shit. I don’t.

We got to spend a little less time riding yesterday, got to see the border wall/fence and more importantly we made it safely through the outskirts of Juarez.

That is about it, well, because we drove through a bunch of cot damn nothingness.

But we are here now, just waiting on a fire. It’s hot enough to melt cow shit here and only going to get more the hotter. One surprising thing for me, they are growing corn here and, believe it or not, it’s GREEN. Just absolute, pure, unequivocal awesomeness.

Couple new photos up in the photo section.

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