We're taking a day off from the trip to let last night's storm clear the area. That's the last of the rain, making its way to the Northeast.
La Tierra Trails are just a few minutes from our digs in Las Companas. Oh yes. The Rules and Regulations.
One of the many NO STEP zones. At least they are clearly marked.
A few very high rent houses huddle into the landscape - waiting for the storm to pass - they hate it when they get wet.
This enormous flying disk passed right overhead before landing just below us. Nobody in the vicinity seemed to really care, or even notice.
Emma finds what appears to be an anti-matter pattern enhancer. The flying saucer is making a cool thrumming noise.
Meanwhile, Wendy continues on with Being Small.
As we approach, the flying saucer raises a Big Red Spike. The thrumming sounds gets even louder.
Wendy stamps off down the arroyo secco, following the thrumming sound. We let her go first, in case they have some kind of disruptor ray.
A bullet riddled mail box - caught up in the throes of a flash flood - has comfortably settled on the bank of an arroyo.
We think the local ranchers brought down this alien drone with their semi-automatic weapons. The second amendment has worked its magic again.
The bullet riddled drone - now simply refabricated by locals into a rain gauge - hopefully also effective.
Bullet riddled can be beautiful.
Under this manhole cover is the top-secret telephone booth of the NSA. They use the booth to keep tabs on the flying saucers.
Aliens have no clue how to make a fire-ring. Note to aliens: don't build your fire in a dry river bed in the rain.
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