Both our neighbors across the street and the elementary school around the corner have planted butterfly gardens this year. And there are currently oodles and oodles of caterpillars. And they are ravenous!
March 29, 2015
March 25, 2015
March 17, 2015
Again, we arrive at twilight. We drive past the Ocotillo Patch, where the plants are just on the cusp of blooming. Full moon…
We drive past the Chollo Garden … Two of us do a token rock climb. Three of us wait in the car. Because, COLD, WINDY, Brrrr. Ok. BBQ pit bound. Campgrounds are again heavily populated, but not full this time. And we find a pit. And we start a fire. And we attempt to bbq bacon, hot dogs, and shmores. But honestly, it was too difficult to keep the fire rip-roaring long enough to do any serious amount of cooking. Because, COLD (low 40s), breezy, wimpy wood, high-altitude. So, the dogs were luke-cool and the bacon was barely crispy (and we won’t talk about how long it took to attempt crispy!), but the shmores were just fine. And we brought that fire smell back with us in the car and hours later into our home. And days of airing out and laundry loads later, the smoke smell was but a distant memory.
March 11, 2015
Big Dude, gopro-ing. Isn’t he cute?
Double selfie :-) :-)
Someone was kind enough to mark this spot VERY CLEARLY. This is the way to the slot canyons – the way that has been blocked by a couple rock slides – the way in which we were unable to go. Because Dog Dude.
Middle Dude, the fearless one. Needless to say, my technique for going down the ladder looked a little more … traditional.