[G2:1596 class:right]The sign at Two Guns said "Not Welcome" and I certainly wasn't. Storms were rolling in and rain was imminent. I was hoping for a repeat of Day Five when I saw the overcast sky this morning, but so far, no such luck. So I was up and out with little purpose.
But it wasn't like I would've been able to sleep in. As I peeked out between the vinyl-lined curtains this morning to assess the weather situation, a startlingly loud pop scared the ever-loving crap out of me, ensuring my complete consciousness for hours to come. I never could determine the source of the noise, though it seemed to come from the desk where I had all my chargers plugged in. A faint squeal underneath the pop gave me the impression it was an electrical anomaly — perhaps a battery exploding — but everything seems to be in working order so far. Considering the [G2link:1307]Tetris-like configuration[/G2link] in which I assemble my chargers, however, a complete meltdown would not have been a surprise.
So there I sat [g2link:1590]underneath the awning[/g2link] of the most recently abandoned addition to Two Guns, trying to determine my course of action. To the south, lightning. To the west, rain. To the north, more rain. In every direction, storm clouds. And I couldn't tell which way anything was moving.
Every time I made an effort to shoot something, the weather shooed me back under the awning. I'd drive into the old RV park behind the gas station and the lightning would get worse. I'd try again to find a way past the fence that separated me from the old ruins and it would begin to sprinkle. When I considered driving back into Flagstaff, a menacing curtain of water would sweep over the distant highway, telling me there was nothing worthwhile in that direction, either. At least for the time being, I was stuck exploring the [g2link:1593]vandalized gas station[/g2link]. Maybe I'd get lucky and find a cool sign nobody wanted.
[G2:1605]Once I determined, though, that the only thing left in the station of any value was a half dozen boxes of styrofoam cups, I decided to hop back in the car, throw caution to the increasing wind and make one last attempt at getting to the ruins.
As luck would have it, I found the entrance to a dirt road I had missed when I first arrived. But, of course, that's when the real rain hit. I quickly explored as much as I could, but this was the last place I wanted to get stuck. So far, La Femme Canyonero's four-wheel drive had done a good job at getting me out of some rough terrain, but I didn't want to risk mud. So, I cut my losses and bugged out before things got sticky.
I spent the next couple of hours reviewing my leads, trying to figure out what else might be possible to hit in this weather, but the only thing in close proximity was a gravesite located in a cemetery that turned out not to be where I thought it was.
It was time to admit defeat and have a personal pan pizza.
I attempted to salvage the rest of the day by driving around Flagstaff in the hope I might discover something new. Problem was, anytime I hopped out of the car, the weather would kick up again. Besides, the best thing I came across was a place called Buffalo Park, which I had hoped, as the name implied, would have some buffalo, but no such luck. I did make a new [G2link:1608]fiberglass friend[/G2link], though.
Maybe tomorrow will be more productive.
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