This morning, the Fountain goes off at nine sharp, when all the local businesses open. Ducks cruise past it like little feathered boats as a steady geyser of water is propelled several hundred feet into the air. 

I film the eruption from several directions and can barely get it all into my camera screen.

It is, as Chadd described it, ” very cool. ”

I’m not sure I would come to Fountain Hills just to see the fountain, but, being here anyway, it is icing on the cake.

 

 

 

 

Send this to a friend