|The Long Dirt Road|
On returning from a short jaunt eastward in the Tellbrook Arroyo Willow and I were surprised by the loud barking from a large dog. Frio couldn't hear it because he's deaf. The dog greeting came from one of the Bassets (one of four or five) who walk with an elderly man and woman. Both Frio and Willow went nuts wanting to get to the Basset. That's when the second and third appeared, followed closely behind by the old woman, who barely glanced up the arroyo to see what her dirty Bassets were on about. They turned left down the Tellbrook, and I held the Heelers back until the Bassets were gone.
Instead of ascending LDR to the upper flatland--the route the Bassets had come down--we retraced our steps back up on LDR-A because Willow would have gone bonkers on LDR trying to inhale the lingering paw scents of the dirty Bassets.
|Upper flatland road|
|At the intersection of LDR-A and upper flatland road|
|Heelers heading down LDR-A|
|View of the Organ Mountains|
|View from the upper flatland|
|Upper flatland vista|