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| At the beginning of our hike there was only filtered sunlight |
Those familiar with the Peter Shaffer play will know that the title of my blog post is a play on the play's title--"The Royal Hunt of the Sun"--which might qualify me to be one of the main characters, Francisco (taking-the) Pizarro. Yesterday, when our hike was nearly over, I realized I'd lost my sunglasses, and, figuring they'd come off the sternum strap when I removed my daypack to get water for Becca and me, I decided to retrace our steps from yesterday's trek to see if I could find them. On the way we discovered more Javelina activity in several of the tributary arroyos that feed the large one that runs west out of Tortugas Mountain, and, when we crested a ridge, we managed to spook three of the critters who were browsing in the desert nearby. I was only able to capture images of one because the others hightailed it out of there pronto, giving me a clear understanding of how fast the animals can move. After scouting around the desert for more Peccaries--Becca's hunting instinct on "high"--we looked for my glasses. Becca led me straight to them as if she knew what I was looking for. The lenses were covered in melted water from the frost that had formed on them overnight, but the pair was no worse for wear.
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| More Javelina activity |
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| Javelina on the move |
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| Glancing back to see what scared it |
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| Heading up a small ridge |
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| All pics are of the same individual |
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| The other two Peccaries ran quickly away from us |
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| This and the following: Becca looking every which way but up for Javelina |
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| Flank of Tortugas and the Organ Mountains |
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| Still looking for Pecarries |
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| Look what I found |
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| My sunglasses, a pair that spent the night alone in the desert |
2 comments:
I had images of one of the javelina finding your sunglasses and then wearing them.
That's a funny image, Dr. K. A javelina would probably look better in them than I do. :)
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