Taste of Spring

Just getting started

It was a little chilly this morning when Becca and I set off for a hike west of Tortugas Mountain.  It quickly began to warm up, though, as we're headed for a high of 68F.  This is winter?  Better not get used to it, though, because a cold front is rolling in on Sunday to drop the temps by at least 30 degrees.  We ran into JC and Olivia on the way in and stood talking politics for fifteen minutes or so.  Seems none of us--including Becca--has a very high regard for our blowhard president.

Can't distinguish thin clouds from contrails

Three levels

Beside a giant, leafless Ocotillo

View from inside an Ocotillo

View from inside a giant, leafless Ocotillo

Becca exploring an arroyo

Arroyo through the desert

My guess:  flights from El Paso to Phoenix and L.A.

Intact bullet found not far off the trail

Super Velocity .38 Special hollow point: not what you want to find

This is the photo in the dictionary margin next to the word "gnarly"

Closeup of the gnarly Ocotillo