October, 2005
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Believe it or not, this little mud puddle is called "Big Lake". It is sad and pitiful that this wee basin is called a "lake", but to call it "Big Lake" shows a complete detachment from all reality. This dirty, nasty, little tank is located about 2.5 miles south-south-west of my place. Since my discovery of this attraction so close to my place, I have been sensing my property value will increase almost daily!

OK, so here is a close up picture of "Big Lake". I am sure you all impressed. Those of you that are in Minnesota may now roll your eyes and shake your heads.

Hey Look! Here I am with the kids at one of the corners of our ranch!

The kids and I went exploring Carrizo Ranch a bit (to give Mom a bit of peace and quiet), and we found this bone field on one of the NAPs (Not A Parcel). When the owners of Carrizo Ranch decide not to sell a parcel, you can bet that there is a good reason. Driving to these NAPs, therefore, usually produces some great discovery or other. In this case, the NAP held another sick little mud puddle (for watering the cattle). These bones were right next to the watering hole (I guess a few cows didn't make it). The kids even brought a few skulls back for fun!

And here is the fabled puddle on the NAP. Watch out, or jacob will shoot you!

Poor Boo. Boo was dirty after the Ranch. Boo had a bath.

Poor Boo!

Poor, poor, Boo!


Looks like Jacob and Geneva decided to take a jump on the trampoline.

Jeff Winkler and I decided to take Raymond and Tony (two neighborhood kids from Church) up to the ranch for a weekend. Here is Raymond turding. Good picture, huh?

On Saturday, we all took a hike, and came across this cool looking gate. Tony and Raymod slipped between the gates for the picture (trespassers).

On the hike, we found a canyon. Here we are at the top of it.

Right underneath the canyon lip is this overhang.

Near the bottom of the canyon, we came across this relatively intact Hohokam ruin. Like between 800 and 1000 years old.

The canyon empties out into this plane. Look at how flat the plateau is above the plane. Oh, and I guess look at Jeff too.

That big "SJ" stands for "Saint Johns", and is visable from main street. Can you see me near the letters, or Raymod below (if so, you have good eyes).

More letters.

This is way cool. We found this tarantualla on the way back.

This is one neat spider.

You can't tell here, but this is a game of horseshoes.

OK -- a bit easier to see here.

Toss that shoe!

Nights were cold, but the bags were warm. This was taken right before I forcibly took the bag away for smart-mouthed-ness.