I have returned to Las Vegas from a one-day excursion to White Hills, Arizona. It was a fun-filled day, with a little bit of adrenalin rush.
Pamela had her horse stalls blown away by a small tornado a couple of months ago and I wanted to take her and show her a couple of small barns that I thought would be perfect for her. I figured we could build these things ourselves, with the exception of plumbing and electricity, for less than $1000. Boy was I wrong!
Anyway when I took her to see the barns I was talking about, she quickly told me one would cost at least $3000 and the other at least $10,000, both of which are out of the question right now.
On our way back to her home, we drove through the mountains on a road not fit for human beings! Here are a couple of pictures I took. Note: the drop of was much steeper than the pictures indicate!
This may not look scary, but Pamela made me drive back down and she is fearless. Note the
little white things below are homes.
This one was taken before we got up very high in the mountains. The road we were on
was barely wide enough for one vehicle, and was more like a goat path than a road.
This is Wilbur, dead on my lap. He is a Boxer that Pamela saved from the pound. Unfortunately,
he loves me. The only time he leaves me alone is when Ryan is also there.
Here is possibly the last picture I ever post on the internet. 
Wilbur is on my lap, thus the poor
quality picture of my foot. Not sure why, but when the camera flashed, I was called, "Ass".
