Sunday, June 26, 2011
We've Got Dry Beaver and We've Got Wet Beaver
I'm talking about the State of Arizona, for crying out loud, people, get your mind out of the gutter!
(Wet Beaver Creek, AZ. And, no, it's not just for the estrogenized youngsters.)
(Dry Beaver Creek, AZ; a sign that always makes people wince, both male and female. And, no, it's not just for the postmenopausal.)
The Wet Beaver creek has bass and catfish and water. Now, you can imagine what the Dry Beaver Creek offers: Sand, sand, and more sand with occasional seasonal rain filling it up.
I get the distinct feeling that when settlers stopped in Arizona, tired of the wagon train experience and thinking things might get worse if they kept going west, they just plopped down in this barren land and decided to poke fun at their new territory. I know I do all the time. It helps one survive the heat, sunshine, dry climate and inhospitable cacti. Well, they started naming things just about the weirdest shit you can imagine. I picture it like this; they leaned back against a wagon wheel, drank a bottle of rotgut and then started kicking out names and painting some signs. Here's just a few town names in AZ:
Ajo (Tohono Odam for "Onion"), Arizona
Hell Hole, Arizona
Hell Holes, Arizona
Canyon Diablo, Arizona
Santa Claus, Arizona
Bumble Bee, Arizona
Show Low, Arizona
Two Guns, Arizona
Arsenic Tubs, Arizona
Total Wreck, Arizona
I want to name a town in Arizona "Hills Have Eyes" and I'd place it in the hills just outside of Fountain Hills as one is traveling towards Payson and the hills are just tons of big boulders and there's nothing but turkey buzzards for signs of life. I guess the official mayor should be, well, "Pluto?"
at 10:30 AM