Beautiful Morning

Heading down the foothills trail

It felt a bit chilly when Becca and I set off this morning, and the wind was a bit stiff in the outback.  But the wind subsided, and the day warmed up nicely.  I experienced a sense of melancholy when we passed an old-timer Torrey Yucca that we've passed often during our many hikes.  Over the last year we've watched it decline rapidly.  Part of it has already toppled over, and the rest won't be far behind.  Human beings are social animals, and it's often peculiar what objects they find to bond with socially.  But a Yucca?

An old Torrey Yucca at the end of its line

On the Crosscut Trail

The rolling desert

This Soaptree Yucca has lost one of its heads