| An early start keeps us in shadow for over a mile |
| Prickly Pears ripening |
| Some Native Americans make jelly from Prickly Pear fruit |
| Coming out of a gully |
| A level stretch before a climb |
| Up on a plateau |
| 40 miles south: Franklin Mountains near El Paso, Texas |
| Down the single-track |
| Desert, mountain, sky |
| Hide-and-seek |
| Large Devil's Head (aka "horse crippler") |
| Just missed the bloom |
| Bishop Cap on the horizon |
| Bent Buggy Whip wands |
| Prickly Pear loaded with fruit |
| Bishop Cap again |
| Interesting clouds |
| Organ Mountains |
| Becca and I take a break |
| Zooming in on the Organs |
| Headed through an Ocotillo forest |
| There's a dog in this photo |
| This one, too |
| White-winged Dove on a Torrey Yucca |
| Cloud glyphs |
| Waiting while I explore the terrain |
| This is how tall some Ocotillos are (I'm 5' 11") |
| Sinuous shape of the Tortoise |
| About a half mile from our car on the way back |
2 comments:
Re: Becca and I take a break: "Oh, no! I'm melting! What a world! What a world!"
I can see why fences were often made out of ocotillo branches, though it must have been hard to avoid the thorns.
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