Solo Sunday

Somebody's coming down the mountain

Dr. K usually accompanies Becca and me on our Sunday treks, but the good Doc had an early-morning get-together to attend.  So it was the Beckster and me hiking together (as we do everyday) west of Tortugas.  We went quite a ways west this a.m., and we saw nobody until we were almost back to the car.  Then we ran into a man and woman.  The woman said of Becca, who was in the "down" position at the side of the trail, "What a well-behaved dog."  She wanted to pet Becca, but Becca was her suspicious standoffish self, and though wagging her tail as she cautiously approached the woman, never allowed herself to be touched.  Disappointing.

Pausing in the high foothills

Yuccas, Creosotes and Ocotillos

Becca spots people several miles away

How far we are away from Tortugas (left)

We're headed down a steep slope here

Organ Mountains (named by Spaniards who saw pipe organs in the spires)

Gnarled Ocotillo and mountains