A Fleeting Feeling

Dirty dog

For a brief moment this morning, after we had just set off on the foothills trail around Tortugas, I experienced a sense of pure happiness.  The air was slightly moist with humidity, but any sense of discomfort was ameliorated by an almost-stiff breeze.  These two elements, brushing across my face simultaneously, generated a fleeting feeling of well-being unattached to any other reality in life.  The memory of that sensation was long gone by the time our lovely Becca lit out after a Jackrabbit, a crime for which she spent the second half of the hike on the lead.

Out from the mountain

Scott's Oriole

Singing its head off with a beautiful song

Ocotillos all leafed out

Yucca flowers and distant Bishop's Cap

Becca and the vast desert

Claret Cup flower