
Becca and I were out on the east side of Tortugas Mountain for our morning constitutional. The weather was fne, and the moon was riding high in the western sky.

This was one of a few clouds in the sky, a vaporous bit of nothing over the Organ Mountains.

The road ahead, and the intrepid traveler.

That's a third quarter moon (54% full) hanging over Tortugas's east face.

Question Mark and the Mysterians.
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