The view from our townhouse for 9 days. There is a duck pond, and beyond, tennis and picquelbal courts. Yes, picquelbal. It's a much better name for the sport. Makes it seem like someone French invented it, just like tennis.
The Team at the run-in to Padre Canyon, which is located behind the Tuacahn Center for the Arts.
The outdoor main stage at Tuacahn, if it really is a Center for the Arts. The local conspiracy theorists describe this as a "reviewing stand". We haven't noticed anything afoot. Yet.
Of course, we immediately find this launch complex. They call this Pad 46.
Behind the "Center for the Arts", is tranquil Padre Canyon.
Every canyon seems to have its Narrows.
The trail is rough.
The rocks watch on as an unknown flying vessel is launched into the sky.
The canyon is almost in full shadow by mid afternoon.
A stand alone red rock sculpture with very interesting textural details. Almost looks like it's walking towards us.
A massive arch is in the distance. The only approach seems to be a boulder scramble. Next time.
The Great Red Whale that inspired Herman Melville's almost unbelievable account of Moby Dick. He changed the whale colour to protect the innocent.
Pad 46 sits stealthily behind the outdoor theatre. We believe the unknown flying vessel in a prior pic was launched from here.
They marched out the animals - one by one......
At sunset, the real purpose of Tuacahn becomes clear.
The Top-Secret development of camels that are faster than horsees.
Russ picks his way throught the last red rock scramble for this year.
The Team on the last climbout from the Red Rocks for this trip.
There must be something at least a little odd in the air when yuccas had this many blooming shoots.
Christmas comes to the desert - with a little help from the folks at Tuachan Arts.
Bye bye red rocks ... hopefully 'til again - same time next year.
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