![another axe](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4772224151_b7d4e21ba7.jpg)
{one of like seventeen axes in my in-laws' garden}
![swimming hole](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4772863300_1ed176c402.jpg)
{the swimming hole at which i attempted to impress my father-in-law with cannonballs}
![downstream from the swimming hole](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4772225711_3e1ee6beb4.jpg)
{downstream from the swimming hole}
![toward whispering pines](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4772226211_be4ae109fc.jpg)
{sunset, the hike back to the car}
![knives and swords](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4772865122_bb9cf5cdde.jpg)
{heading out of town on the beeline highway}
![beeline highway saguaros (1 of 3)](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4772227469_da2168cfce.jpg)
{saguaros en route to phoenix}
4 comments:
Swimming hole! My parents also seem to have an axe surplus. I'm always stumbling over them in odd places.
i'm always surprised to see water in arizona. i mean, intellectually i know there is some.
We keep our surplus axe by the front door. Just in case.
am thinking i should maybe move to this town. swimming holes, cacti and axes.
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