Yesterday, the electrical guys kicked me out of my apartment for a while so they could change a 110V socket to a 220V socket (long story, but it relates to my washer, which i'll tell you about another day)... Anyway, I decided to do a little recon for nearby hiking and camping spots. About 30 minutes down the Old West Highway, I found the Superstition Wilderness. Score. (click on the link for more pics)In addition to the scenery, signposts were my other major form of entertainment. Evidently Arizona allows a little leeway on their adopt-a-highway signage. Either that, or whoever prints those gets really bored. Here are my favorites:
- In loving memory of John Denver
- The Eskew family, puppies included
- Dons of Arizona
I'm not even sure what that last one means, but I kept wanting to say, "Dons of Arizona, Unite" like those old "Wonder Twins, Activate. Form of Icicle" cartoons. Do a whole bunch of guys named Don actually take care of that mile of desert road? Or is Don some title like Count or something?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
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