The early evening of that first day back in Cottonwood ushered in the monsoon season, with a hard driving rain and hailstorm, that settled into a feminine rain (as Cougina refers to gentle rains) through the night. Kactus/Cougina stood outdoors and jumped for joy, while I woke up from my heat-tired slumber in the van to gratefully join the celebration. However, hat sales were nil the next day, and brainstorming took us to Peddlar's Pass in Prescott Valley. (That is our booth in the photo on the left.
This was my (Aggies's) first experience at a good-sized market, with approximately 60 vendors (30 of them selling guns, says Cougina). Our experience turned into another wash, with several bouts of rain.It began in the middle of the first night when we got up to take down the booth to protect it from wind. On the right is a photo during the next day's rain: We sold one gemstone, but didn't begin to cover our expenses. So... we slept at the top of Mingus, gentle raindrops soothing our sleep, and headed back to, you guessed it, Cottonwood, where we were greeted by the following scene...
Yes, more rain... But the Sun soon returned. We did sell one hat, so the day was not a washout. We are heading down to the valley (Phoenix metro) today, earlier than anticipated, to celebrate with my son on his birthday, as he passes through on his way to San Diego.
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