
The sky was spitting rain when Becca and I began our hike on the west side of Tortugas Mountain. Here's a shot of the distant Franklin Mountains near El Paso, a threatening sky above.

It's been nearly four months since we've had measurable rain here, and just the smell of precipitation makes plants grow.

Time to do a rain dance to get the sky to open up.

The higher elevations of the Organ Mountains were getting some moisture here.

The desert without sun.
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