Sister Jackie Fountain Hills Elsie Hotpepper Style Selfie

This afternoon an incoming text message, with photos, from Spencer Jack and his dad, with the photos documenting what looked to me to be a possible crime in progress, caused me to plug the phone into my computing device to extract the photos from the phone.

When I did that I saw another photo, taken last Friday, whilst I was still in Arizona, which I forgot about til now.

On that day I did blog about going to Fountain Hills and witnessing that town's famous fountain in spouting mode. Two previous visits to Fountain Hills missed the timing of the spouting, but navigator, Sister Jackie, knew when the eruptions took place.

Whilst there Sister Jackie thought it a good idea to take a selfie with her two brothers. That would make Brother Jake on the left and me in the middle.

As you can see, Sister Jackie has somehow managed to master the patented Elsie Hotpepper style of selfie taking, which is an art form I have not been able to master.

At one point in time the fountain in Fountain Hills was the tallest in the world, spouting, at times, almost as high as Seattle's Space Needle when it is at full spouting power.

From the Wikipedia article about Fountain Hills...

Fountain Hills has the world's fourth-tallest fountain. It was built in 1970, by Robert P. McCulloch, the year before the reconstruction of the London Bridge in Lake Havasu City, another of McCulloch's projects. The fountain sprays water for about 15 minutes every hour between 9am and 9pm. The plume rises from a concrete water-lily sculpture in the center of a large man-made lake. The fountain, driven by three 600 horsepower (450 kW) turbine pumps, sprays water at a rate of 7,000 US gallons (26,000 l; 5,800 imp gal) per minute through an 18-inch (460 mm) nozzle. With all three pumps under ideal conditions, the fountain reaches 560 feet (170 m) in height, though in normal operation only two of the pumps are used, with a fountain height of around 300 feet (91 m). When built it was the world's tallest fountain, a record it held for over a decade.

Spencer Jack drove his dad up north today, to a few miles south of the border with Canada, to go to lunch in Lynden, and then go swimming at Birch Bay, due to an extremely low tide making that an appealing thing to do.

And along with those activities, the boys have also been engaging in that aforementioned possible criminal activity, which I may get around to documenting later.