Another ammo can for the city! This ones in a little oasis about
100 feet from a parking lot. Watch out for P.I. and a few briars
but if you come in the right way, there's very little
bushwhacking.
In keeping with our music tradition we leave you with the lyrics
to "A Horse With No Name" by America.
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain