|Sun highlighting Ocotillos in the western foothills|
There weren't many outdoor enthusiasts on the west side of Tortugas Mountain when we got there, and I'm not sure whether the high humidity played a part in keeping people away. We did run into one hiker we see fairly often, a pleasant guy who always greets us with a "Good morning." And while we were taking an extra-long break in Becca's favorite sandy spot we saw several runners heading up and down the mountain road.
We probably spent an hour in the desert this morning, with a twenty-minute break wedged in; the break was good for Becca because it gave her a chance to cool off and recover before we headed back.
|Becca leading the way south|
|This and the next: descending peaks of the Franklin Mountains|
|Dead yucca face|
|Just west of the mountain|
|Becca on a long break|
|Spotted through the leaves|
|Looks like a baby Collared or Twin-spotted Lizard|
|What are you looking at?|