Touch of Winter

The weather this morning:  cold and cloudy

It was 43F when Becca and I started hiking west of the mountain this morning, and, again, we were lucky the wind wasn't stiff.  I wore the same outfit as yesterday, but with a heavier long-sleeve shirt.  Becca stuck with her fur coat.  Almost as soon as we started off we saw Pete, a dedicated runner we often bump into west of Tortugas.  We saw another runner, a young woman heading for the mountaintop.  And on the way in we encountered a woman we see almost everyday; she's generally headed in when we're headed out.  Roles were reversed this morning.  I said, "Looks like you got a bit of a late start."  She smiled and nodded agreement.  I'm pretty sure it had to do with the cold morning.  Don't think we're even supposed to reach 50F today.

Potrillo Mountains across the Mesilla Valley

Becca was convinced somebody was following us

Getting into the upper foothills

Long view

Getting closer

Closing in

The rugged Organ Mountains

Flank of Tortugas and the Organs

Part of the southern section of the mountains

Tortugas's western flank really is that steep

Oops

Franklin Mountains, El Paso, Texas