| Sun just about to break over the mountain |
I perspired a bit out there this morning, and I had to mop my brow repeatedly to keep sweat from running into my eyes; there's nothing quite as painful as salty perspiration in your eyeballs (if you've ever experienced that unpleasant sensation).
The parking lot was full as we headed back, and I had the feeling some kind of planned activity was going on out there; the several teenage runners who passed us on the final leg of our trek seemed to confirm my suspicions.
| Just west of Tortugas |
| Trail along the arroyo |
| Ocotillos/sky/clouds |
| More than a dozen |
| Careful how you grab that thing |
| Slope of the mountain |
| Bushwhacking point |
| Couldn't get a clear shot of the cottontail |
| Stinkeye from a Loggerhead Shrike |
| How to tell when a Loggerhead Shrike disapproves of you |
| Check out that weapon |
| Leaving the trail behind |
| Tintype of Billy the Kid's shadow on a yucca |
| I hear coyotes |
| Franklin Mountains in the distance |
| Big old Torrey Yucca |
| View through the yucca |
| Another shade break (in my shadow) |
1 comment:
That beak on the Loggerhead Shrike looks awfully sharp. Neat photos, Packrat.
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