|Willow and Frio|
After a shade and water break in Second Arroyo we turned around and headed back, both dogs trying nearly successfully to rip both of my arms out of their shoulder sockets. It wasn't as if they were on another scent, or in a particular hurry to get back to the shade of the CR-V; apparently they just felt like pulling. Frankly I don't understand why dogs don't tire of the resistance they inflict upon themselves by constantly straining forward.
|Frio and Willow|
|Soaptree Yucca in Second Arroyo|
|Mesquites at the corner of Second Arroyo and LDR|
|Darker green at center is where a major arroyo runs|
|The rest, except the last: Cholla flowers|
|Hummer at work|