Beyond the Creosote, the Organ Mountains.
The desert from here to the Potrillos.
Tortugas tails off into the desert.
The prehistoric Potrillos Mountains.
Tortugas tails off into the desert.
The prehistoric Potrillos Mountains.
Our Valentine.
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Sliding Towards Summer
1st 2: fallen Soaptree Yucca flower on leaves Even though it was in the low 70s when Dr. K, Willow and I started our morning hike it felt h...
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Yes, she is our valentine, Packrat.
This sounds weird, and may suggest a growing brain tumor, but there are times, when sipping instant coffee, that I can smell creosote. It's one of my favorite scents.
Go Becca!
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