So, last Saturday, I had to drive into the desert…

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I saw some ditches. but none of them had anything remotely resembling moisture.

Well, except for where my prolific sweat kept falling. Did you know it's REALLY REALLY HOT in the Sonoran Desert? Definitely a shit place to work off your adderall hangover.

We don't let our water get away.

We keep it safe, 18 feet down.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I cannot wait to see pics! I hope to hell that hobo is still there. The fantastic thing is that I haven't seen Buckeye for well over a decade, and when I saw it, it was a burgeoning gated-community town full of yuppie investment-banking rejects from Phoenix. Or somewhere similar. It was all stucco McMansions and iron gates and palm trees and golf courses and PERFECTLY manicured lawns (IN THE FUCKING DESERT!) and fat, tanned fucks in Madrid plaid driving golf carts on the street as if that's a socially acceptable thing to do.

My favorite part is that the hobo won in the end. Take that, Buckeye.

There's a gated community right beside a drive through booze/food/tobacco/ammunition place, and there's nothing inside the gate.  Streets, curbs, fire hydrants, and no houses.  The crash put paid to the project, and now it's sort of a walled, haunted "neighborhood" that says everything you need to know about November of 2008.

The golfers are all gone now, wiped out by the crash.  Most of them moved to Quartzite or somewhere similar, where they can eke out an existence in the RVs that used to mean "fun vacation road trip", and now mean "OH MY GOD THESE FOUR WALLS I'M IN HELL FOR CHRISSAKES WHERE'S THE GIN?"  Horrible, horrible.  It's one thing to casually curse the bankers who did this, but seeing the result on the ground is a little more visceral. 

As for Gila monsters, I've never seen one out there.  Mostly there's bottleheads, geckos, and the occasional iguana, though they tend to stay away from the roads.

Holy fucking hell. All those people who wanted to live there because it's too much work to live somewhere everything doesn't die when you stop watering it are now on the other end of the stick.

And it's 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I saw some ditches. but none of them had anything remotely resembling moisture.

Well, except for where my prolific sweat kept falling. Did you know it's REALLY REALLY HOT in the Sonoran Desert? Definitely a shit place to work off your adderall hangover.

When I first left Oregon as a young lass, I inadvertently insulted some Vermonters by referring to one of their rivers as a creek. And then I made matters worse, when they pointed out some mountains, by earnestly saying "I can't see them from here! They must be behind those hills".

And then I made matters even worse by laughing and saying "They're so CUTE!" when one of them told me they were talking about the hills.

It's not my fault. My scale reference was all fucked up by growing up here.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Somewhere in New Mexico, somebody pointed out a little stale water in a ditch and said it was the Rio Grande. I didn't feel like arguing with a crazy person so I was like "Yeah, ok."

Now I wonder.

[Freeky]

I saw some ditches. but none of them had anything remotely resembling moisture.

Well, except for where my prolific sweat kept falling. Did you know it's REALLY REALLY HOT in the Sonoran Desert? Definitely a shit place to work off your adderall hangover.

When I first left Oregon as a young lass, I inadvertently insulted some Vermonters by referring to one of their rivers as a creek. And then I made matters worse, when they pointed out some mountains, by earnestly saying "I can't see them from here! They must be behind those hills".

And then I made matters even worse by laughing and saying "They're so CUTE!" when one of them told me they were talking about the hills.

It's not my fault. My scale reference was all fucked up by growing up here.

Rockies trump all of the other mountains in America, except for the ones in Alaska, which are fairly respectable, and the ones that blow up or leak molten rock and fire.  These exceptions are equal to but not greater than the Rockies.

[East Coast Hustle]

I saw some ditches. but none of them had anything remotely resembling moisture.

Well, except for where my prolific sweat kept falling. Did you know it's REALLY REALLY HOT in the Sonoran Desert? Definitely a shit place to work off your adderall hangover.

When I first left Oregon as a young lass, I inadvertently insulted some Vermonters by referring to one of their rivers as a creek. And then I made matters worse, when they pointed out some mountains, by earnestly saying "I can't see them from here! They must be behind those hills".

And then I made matters even worse by laughing and saying "They're so CUTE!" when one of them told me they were talking about the hills.

It's not my fault. My scale reference was all fucked up by growing up here.

Rockies trump all of the other mountains in America, except for the ones in Alaska, which are fairly respectable, and the ones that blow up or leak molten rock and fire.  These exceptions are equal to but not greater than the Rockies.

The Rockies go up to 14,000 feet in spots, but they START at 5000-6000 feet.

The Cascades go up to 14,000 feet and they start at sea level. And when was the last time one of the Rockies erupted?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I cannot wait to see pics! I hope to hell that hobo is still there. The fantastic thing is that I haven't seen Buckeye for well over a decade, and when I saw it, it was a burgeoning gated-community town full of yuppie investment-banking rejects from Phoenix. Or somewhere similar. It was all stucco McMansions and iron gates and palm trees and golf courses and PERFECTLY manicured lawns (IN THE FUCKING DESERT!) and fat, tanned fucks in Madrid plaid driving golf carts on the street as if that's a socially acceptable thing to do.

My favorite part is that the hobo won in the end. Take that, Buckeye.

There's a gated community right beside a drive through booze/food/tobacco/ammunition place, and there's nothing inside the gate.  Streets, curbs, fire hydrants, and no houses.  The crash put paid to the project, and now it's sort of a walled, haunted "neighborhood" that says everything you need to know about November of 2008.

The golfers are all gone now, wiped out by the crash.  Most of them moved to Quartzite or somewhere similar, where they can eke out an existence in the RVs that used to mean "fun vacation road trip", and now mean "OH MY GOD THESE FOUR WALLS I'M IN HELL FOR CHRISSAKES WHERE'S THE GIN?"  Horrible, horrible.  It's one thing to casually curse the bankers who did this, but seeing the result on the ground is a little more visceral. 

As for Gila monsters, I've never seen one out there.  Mostly there's bottleheads, geckos, and the occasional iguana, though they tend to stay away from the roads.

Holy fucking hell. All those people who wanted to live there because it's too much work to live somewhere everything doesn't die when you stop watering it are now on the other end of the stick.

And it's 

These - many of them, anyway - are the people who said "I want a 20% return on my investments."

You and I know there's no possible way to support that kind of greed.

[Freeky]

I saw some ditches. but none of them had anything remotely resembling moisture.

Well, except for where my prolific sweat kept falling. Did you know it's REALLY REALLY HOT in the Sonoran Desert? Definitely a shit place to work off your adderall hangover.

When I first left Oregon as a young lass, I inadvertently insulted some Vermonters by referring to one of their rivers as a creek. And then I made matters worse, when they pointed out some mountains, by earnestly saying "I can't see them from here! They must be behind those hills".

And then I made matters even worse by laughing and saying "They're so CUTE!" when one of them told me they were talking about the hills.

It's not my fault. My scale reference was all fucked up by growing up here.

Rockies trump all of the other mountains in America, except for the ones in Alaska, which are fairly respectable, and the ones that blow up or leak molten rock and fire.  These exceptions are equal to but not greater than the Rockies.

The Rockies go up to 14,000 feet in spots, but they START at 5000-6000 feet.

The Cascades go up to 14,000 feet and they start at sea level. And when was the last time one of the Rockies erupted?

If the Cascades blow up, then they are in the exceptional category.

[East Coast Hustle]

Mount St. Helens, baby!

but even without the volcanoes, the Cascades are still way more awesome than the Rockies.

[Freeky]

Mount St. Helens, baby!

but even without the volcanoes, the Cascades are still way more awesome than the Rockies.

Pssh.

[East Coast Hustle]

CASCADES.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

What's all that white shit?

[East Coast Hustle]

It's concentrated powdered death from above.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's concentrated powdered death from above.

Cocaine from God?

[East Coast Hustle]

Might as well be. It's like cocaine in that for the few people that can stay on top of it, it's a real rush. Most people just get buried and are never found again.