Ike and Mike |
Far to the northwest of the mountains I bushwhacked through an area that Becca and I liked to explore, and I couldn't help remembering the routes she would follow when I zigged one way and she'd zag another. Time heals all wounds they say, but it doesn't blunt memory quickly enough.
I put a lot of miles on my Keen boots today, and got home fairly early despite the mileage. Once here I called a pest control company to see if I can get somebody out to the mountains next week to determine what kind of rodent problem we have in the crawl space under the cabin.
This and the next: northeast slope of Tortugas Mountain |
Looking west |
Back over the mountain |
This and the next: Curve-billed Thrasher |
West side of the mountain |
Show yourself |
I caught a glimpse of him flying over there |
Now on an Ocottillo branch: Pyrrhuloxia (Desert Cardinal) |
Sun trying to break through clouds |
This trail leads to the mountain road |
Speaking of roads |
Dried Ocotillo flowers |
Flank of Tortugas and the Organ Mountains |
More of Tortugas |
Exploring an arroyo far west of the mountain |
This is the arroyo I'm exploring |
I've been through there before |
Black-tailed Jackrabbit (aka American Desert Hare) |
On a hill northwest of the mountains |
Further away from the mountains |
The Soaptree Yucca body keeled over, but new growth started at the left foot |
After fall rains Chinchweed appears to perfume the desert with lemony scent |
Yucca peacock |
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After a good rain I always like to smell the aroma of the chinchweed. (That plant deserves a nicer name.)
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