Being Spat Upon

The New Mexico Farm and Ranch Heritage Museum in foreground

The title speaks metaphorically about the light rain that sprinkled down on Becca and me during our morning hike.  The drops were pretty cold, harbingers of the cold front that's in the process of blowing through the area.  Temperatures will drop significantly tonight and tomorrow.  We never really got wet from the rain because it was not a consistent drizzle.  We had one encounter with a young woman jogger who was delighted to see Becca in the "down" position in anticipation of the jogger passing us.  "Ooooh, what a good dog," the woman said.  I didn't bother telling her that Becca is really good--sometimes.

On the trail again

Roiling clouds over Tortugas

Distraction

A beam of sun on Bishop Cap

Two moods over Tortoise Mountain

On the road again