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On the trail around Tortugas |
Dr. K, Becca and I headed out from the Monte Vista side of Tortugas Mountain this morning, enjoying the warmth of a late-January day in the desert. Unfortunately, some jerk was out shooting his gun, round after round that echoed and reverberated against the mountain. This kept up for 2/3 of the hike, long after I'd expended every pejorative term I could come up with: e.g. "idiot," "moron," "imbecile." We came upon a deer leg, looking very much at first like a small log next to a rock. It was probably carried there by a coyote.
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Looking back at the way we came |
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Ms. Becca |
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A deer leg |
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West of Tortugas |
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The distant Organ Mountains |