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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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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