Pale moon |
Thankfully the smoke that shrouded the mountains the last few days seems to have dissipated for now. I couldn't smell any, nor did I have a dry tickle in my throat from the pollutant.
We saw nobody during our trek, but as we stood on the top of the hill west of Right Branch Arroyo while I took a snapshot of the Organs I saw the guy with white hat (henceforth to be known as "Mr. White Hat") and his dog, which ran ahead of him. Mr. White Hat drives a large white van. (That sounds like the first line of a poem: Mr. White Hat drives a large white van./Ahead of him his canine ran.)
This & next: much less smoke over the mountains |
I propped her up |
UFO |
Our friend the Swainson's Hawk |
Nature's bounty |
Frio and Willow |
You crack me up |
Willow and Frio |
Cloud swirl |
Almost out of Right Branch Arroyo |
Prickly Pear bud |
End-of-hike sky over the Organ Mountains |
1 comment:
I like the photo of the Yucca that you propped up. And also the one where Frio seems to be laughing.
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