Becca and I spent a lot of time watching the skies this morning.
To the west, skies were clearing over the distant Potrillo Mountains.
But back east, over the Organs, the rain seemed imminent.
The Beckster thought I was too pokey.
But back east, over the Organs, the rain seemed imminent.
The Beckster thought I was too pokey.
She likes to forge ahead through the desert.
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There are a lot of good scents to check out, according to Becca.
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