Raucous Crowd on the Mountain

Soaptree Yucca in the arroyo beside our house

Several things conspired to make this morning's hike somewhat unpleasant:  it was already as hot as hell when Becca and I got out into the desert; there was very little breeze; and a raucous group of young people were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs.  I wish more people were aware of how easily sound carries in the desert, especially near the mountains, which echo and magnify every little noise.  But if nobody tells them how will they learn?  I don't feel comfortable approaching young people nowadays to instruct them about anything. 

Heading away from the crowd

Buried telephone poles?  No--mini-poles at the Lineman School

The Tortoise and the Organ Mountains

Break in the shadow of a large transformer

Beautiful morning sky

White-winged Dove having breakfast