|Gnarly old Ocotillo in the hills west of Tortugas|
It felt pretty warm out there when the Heelers and I began our dirt road redux trek this morning, and by the time we finished we were all happy to climb back into our waiting CR-V.
We saw a few other outdoor enthusiasts this morning: an elderly couple hiking with their dog and an older woman moving rapidly down the long dirt road with the help of her twin hiking sticks as we were headed back.
Willow, Frio and I saw some interesting sights, smelled some interesting scents and put some decent mileage on our paws and feet during our 90-minute trek today.
|This and the next: Heelers on break|
|In a familiar arroyo|
|This and the next: shade break|
|The rascal we call Mr. Frio|
|This and the next 2: Ocotillos|
|If I were as pretty as a Scott's Oriole I'd sing like that, too|
|The same Scott's Oriole|
|Turkey Vulture riding a thermal|
|Floor of the Desert|