|All Heeler images are of Frio and Willow in one of our favorite arroyos|
On our way back up the long dirt road near hike's end the archer passed us in his Ford SUV heading for target practice. He waved to us without stopping to chat. Just as well--we never have much to say to each other anyway.
Back at home after our trek I played with Frio for a while, tossing his solid black Kong ball for him to retrieve; he never tires of the game. What I've gotten out of it the past few days is a return of the rib cage ache, so I've been throwing the ball with my left hand to try to prevent further injury.
|This and the next: Soaptrees in black and white|
|Northeast up the arroyo toward the flank of Tortugas Mountain|
|Yuccas in B&W|
|I was going to say "Sweet Acacia," but no twin thorns at leaf roots|
|LDR looking south|
|These and the next 3: same Acacia tree|
|Even Viscid Acacia (Acacia neovernicosa) has thorns|
|The green belt in the lower third of image is an arroyo|
|Whitey waiting patiently|
|There's that arroyo again|