A little of this, a little of that
On the Verde River northeast of the metro Phoenix area, water was released from an upstream lake (Horseshoe) to be stored in a downstream lake (Bartlett) to create storage in anticipation heavy rain the next week, and the not to distant spring snow melt in the mountains.
The spillway is unique from most other dams in that you can walk under it – even when water is flowing over it!
I had the opportunity to take a few photos and video of the water rushing over the spillway while walking under it.
My youngest son and his family had a photo shoot recently, and they asked me to tag along and get a couple of drone shots.
My drone has an aircraft warning system, and just as I got the drone above the group, I get a warning from my remote controller, telling me there was an aircraft in the area. Sure enough, a helicopter was flying high overhead!
Since he was so high, and I wasn’t flying higher than the power lines and were close enough to them that the helicopter could not land near us, there was no way for me to interfere with his flight, nor he with my flight.
I inadvertently scared my son’s family though. They had arrived late for the photo shoot, and I only had a couple of minutes before it was time for the next group. I wanted to get closer for a photo and lowered the drone quickly. They thought it was falling out of the sky, screamed, and quickly scrambled off the pickup!
I guess I should have told them what I was doing!
While taking the dogs on an early morning walk, we met these two elk were across the street from our cabin.
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On our way home from San Diego, we stayed a couple of nights in Kingman, Arizona, so that we could take a day trip to Oatman, Arizona, a former mining town along old Historic Route 66 in the mountains east of the Colorado River. The town was named in honor of Olive Oatman, a 14-year old girl who was taken captive by Yavapai Indians and forced to work as a slave. She was later traded to Mohave Indians and her face was tattooed in the custom of the tribe.
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