Started off on the east side of Tortugas, then wrapped around to the southwest side. The Beckster knew the way.
At least I thought she did.
The trail on which we came.
The trail on which we came.
The distant Organ Mountains.
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I'm sure that the Beckster knew the way, even if she got distracted.
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