With about twenty minutes of sunlight left, I decided to visit the canyon for some last-chance photos before the end of my five-day break from work.
One of the twenty-some pics I deemed tentatively worth keeping is the following, wherein a lightly customized Sigma 6 figure stands tall and proud in the "Metal Mayhem" mech:
...and a few seconds after I snapped said photo, a breeze lifted Mech, figure and all, over the canyon rim.
Luckily, I'd happened to choose a section of canyon where the drop was only twenty to thirty feet; the Mech smashed into one of the protruding rocks below and appeared to shatter into several bigish pieces, which in turn flew in various directions another fifteen to twenty feet deeper into the canyon.
So of course I lifted myself over the rim and climbed down after the goddamn thing.
And to Hasbro's credit, neither the figure nor the Mech is broken; both legs flew off, but neither broke; I immediately reattached the right leg, and the only other apparent damage is three minor dings on the Mech's surface, which are barely noticeable in the first place, and which can be cheerfully dismissed as "battle damage," regardless.
Alas, after five fruitless minutes of searching, I was unable to locate the Mech's left leg, owing not least to the fact that the sun was quickly setting, and I didn't fancy trying to scale my way back up those mossy, precarious boulders in the dark.
I'll go early some morning next weekend and try to retrieve the stupid thing.
In the meantime, here's another photo from my dawn's-early-light Thanksgiving shoot, featuring my ridiculously self-aggrandizing autobiographigure and his new championship belt: