Another Humid Morning

City of Las Cruces

It was as humid as hell (is hell humid, too?) this morning when we got up.  Things didn't get any better for Becca and me while we hiked west of Tortugas Mountain.  The sun was shining and there was no wind--not even a hint of a breeze whispering, "Let me help cool you down."  As a result Becca spent a lot of time lying in her favorite sandy spot shielded from the sun by an Ocotillo shadow.

We saw other outdoor enthusiasts on and about the mountain--hikers, runners, a distant biker--but we only had a direct encounter with a guy who passed us from behind on Geothermal Road.  By then we were headed back to the trailhead, pretty hot, but not as hot nor exhausted as we felt yesterday on almost the same trek.  I am more than ready for our sweltering weather to break, but I know we'll have to deal with these conditions through most of August.

Prickly Pear

Vintage photo

In the western foothills of Tortugas

Spent Soaptree Yucca seed pod

Further up the slope

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