|Some are hard to see, but I count 23 White-winged Doves|
While we were taking a water break--both Heelers off lead--Willow, and then Frio, stood up as if they got wind of something approaching through the desert. I quickly put them back on lead, but never saw anything that would have alerted them.
When we were headed back we saw a couple of people trekking up LDR toward the upper flatland. I made the Heelers wait in a shady spot until the hikers had nearly crested the road not far from our CR-V; only then did we follow.
|Soldier Beetle on Hairy False Goldenaster|
|Frio's hangdog look|
|One of the arroyos we explored this morning|
|Heelers in an arroyo|
|Tortugas and the Organs|
|Last 2: Dayflowers|