You don’t respect Arizona: Dow Chemical divests from Rep. Tim Walberg
When I first moved to Arizona, in 2011, I spent my weekends exploring the local landscape, which if you’ve ever been to Arizona, anywhere in Arizona, is nothing short of spectacular. But also, where I lived in the greater Phoenix area, was very dry, super-hot, and always dangerous.
For example, one Saturday, I took my dog out to the Tonto National Forest (not a ‘forest’ in the Michigan sense, as there are no trees, only Saguaro Cactus, but that’s what NPS called it). She was allowed to go off leash in the back trails, and so I plugged in my headphones to iPod nano and we went on a run. The trail was rugged, rocky, and isolated. Or so I thought. Coming back towards trailhead, I suddenly heard a faint whizzing sound by my head; I then saw small tufts of sand exploding near my feet. I was being shot at. I quickly ripped out my earbuds and starting yelling and waving: ‘Don’t shoot me! Don’t shoot my dog!” Roxanne was a rescue dog but she had strong running and herding traits. She had taken off and was pacing ahead of me among the rocks. They could shoot her accidentally.
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