
Wendy at the trailhead.

We find the NI's latest attempt at communication. They clearly have developed some kind of ideogrammatic language. It is likely that this is some kind of computer virus. We are keeping our phones well away from this spot, but think our cameras are safe. We think. If not, and you are reading this, the virus is probably already in your computer.

When scraping your botton bracket on red rocks also becomes a communication form.

Russ uses his powers of the force to repel the frisky pink jeep. Russ knows there is always only do.

Tbe Bat Cave. Yup. Batman lives in there.

The long snouted, short legged, double headed canyonramasus points the way to the trail.

This tree has mastered complex vortex control. This is the Yoda of all the red rock trees.

Russ carries on - leaving the pink jeeps in his dust.

Dry grassy shrubs also demonstarte their vortex prowess.

A rare sighting of a horned green eyed aragapod.

Hey, don't step on me!

oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree .....

Everyone is in the race to the parking lot before dark today.

The grand exodus of the 4 wheelers.

Some are green, some are red.
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