On the way to Whitewater Draw, I stopped in Fairbank, AZ. It's a ghost town that has been stabilized and maintained by the BLM. I didn't stay long enough to hike any of the trails, so this is all you get.
|Tin roof! RUSTED!|
|Lavender Pit Mine, closed when lavender mining became unprofitable.|
|Road-non-runner. I think his name is Fresno.|
Back to Whitewater Draw.
Nan had a hard time picturing how a campground could be the way I described it yesterday, so here's a real picture instead of the one in your head.
|Nobody move - I dropped my contact.|
I KNOW what you're thinking, and I did NOT go into the owl roost area. On purpose.
This Great Horned owl was perched under the shelter, and not in the roosting area. He's no rooster.
"Thank you" to the birder with an excellent scope who showed me where to find him.
|Not owl tracks|
Tonight it's so windy ... [how windy is it?]
- an owl laid the same egg three times
- tumbleweeds are staying indoors for their own safety
- air traffic won't clear any cranes for landing