A grumpy old man. ~ 2 comments.
I know I may sound like a grumpy old man, but what the heck, I am a grumpy old man. And grumpy old men can always find something to grump about. And in this case, it would be all the fireworks.
I know it was the 4th of July and all that, but there were a tremendous number of fireworks going off last night, more than I can remember before... Except when the Denver Broncos won the Super Bowl, and that always sets some kind of a fireworks record for Denver.
I thought I had read somewhere that much of Colorado was under a ban on fireworks because of the dry weather, low humidity, and several forest fires already burning in the mountains.
Even if that's the case, on special days like the 4th of July, New Year's, or the Broncos winning the Super Bowl. Denver folks are likely to ignore the fireworks suggestion, even if it's a law, and go around blowing things up no matter what the law allows.
But that's over now, and I guess no one died that could be traced back to the use of fireworks. And thanks to my military training, I can sleep through just about anything. So once I crawled into bed about 10 o'clock, it didn't take long for me to stop thinking about skyrockets falling on the camper or brushfires trapping me inside before I was whisked off to dreamland where I found myself boondocking in the silence of the desert just outside of Wickenburg, Arizona enjoying the 75° temperature of the Arizona winter, and sipping a cold one in the shade of a Saguaro.
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My boondocking spot at Pete's with my portable solar panels in the yard.
11-mile reservoir with the 39-mile mountains in the background.
Sunset at Pete's.