
Because of other obligations here at COC, Research Associate Becca and I got off to a late start this morning. It was sunny, with a light breeze. When I asked Becca if she was going to chase any jackrabbits this morning, she said, "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Okay--I'm crossing it."

"Now I'm crossing another."

"Now I'm taking a break in the sandy arroyo."

Late-morning light on the rugged Organs.
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