|Heelers in one of our favorite arroyos|
We continued on our hike after the encounter, heading up to the second arroyo. Upon entering I let the Heelers off their leads, and they immediately lit out after something--probably a lizard--disappearing into the desert creosote and underbrush. Dr. K fretted about them, but they returned less than half a minute later. She worries--and I do, too--because rattlers are out and about, and we haven't yet been able to get the dogs vaccinated.
On our way back after a brief respite in the arroyo we encountered the archer, who'd parked in his regular spot and had already been practicing with his compound bow when we passed. Having briefly inspected his target, I said, "Looks like you're hitting the white rectangles more often." He said, "Not nearly enough. It's so damned hard to do." Shortly after our exchange the Heelers, Dr. K and I were back at the CR-V.
|This and the next: B&W experiments|
|This and the next: moon and branches|
|Down the arroyo in B&W|
|Here's that Acacia again|