Like all patriotic 'Mericans, we headed for the countryside to celebrate Constitution Day, camping below a crashing wave of limestone rocks (frozen in time, fortunately)
There was water from a rain two days before
but a momma bear and her baby had first dibs on this site
so we fled across the wastelands
only to find the windmill was dry
perhaps explaining the crosses
no stopping yet, back up trail
to rest in the shade
and be ready to go again at the end of the day
P.S. It didn't really happen this way and the pics aren't in chronological or geographical order. Hope you enjoy the story anyway.
Adobe Loon (aka the Dawghaus)
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