They Call the Wind "Maria"

Praying those clouds will build

The humidity and dewpoint were high this morning when Becca and I set out for Tortugas (Tortoise) Mountain.  Again, what saved us from broiling was a steady wind that kept the perspiration evaporating.  Well, it saved me, anyway.  Becca does all her body cooling through panting and sweating at the bottom of her feet.  I've often wondered if the wind across her tongue provides any relief.  I've asked her, but she refuses to answer.  Ran into Greg at the end of our hike; he was heading for the mountaintop.

Down the long, dusty road

Brother is it hot

Break for shade and water