|Willow and Frio|
We hiked up to Second Arroyo, made a very brief stop for water, then hurried back in order to reduce the amount time we had to spend warding off the pesky insects. I'm sure if we'd had a stiff breeze or wind things would have been a lot better, but there wasn't even a whisper of air movement.
Sure hope tomorrow isn't like today vis-a-vis the gnats--or "punkies" as my father used to call them.
|Heading back on the long road|
|Smoke is back|
|Don't bogart the agua|