We started out with a plan. We'd head North to a nearby lake to bird watch. It was so windy (gusts up to 50-60 MPH I later learned) and coolish - for here (51-64 degrees. depending where on the drive we were). The weather played some tricks with my asthma a bit, but this turned out to be more drive than an out of the car adventure.
These hills are the ones I've recently photographed from afar.
We headed back home, down one of the roads we've been exploring and I've posted about.
This time though we traveled in the opposite direction as we have in the past. This made things look so different to me. Just like the western author Louis L'Amour used to write, the trail going back never looks quite the same as the trail heading out. During the late 1970's - early 1980's I loved his westerns and read all of them. To this day I think of his writing and what I learned from it and I still look for the animal trails while on the road and make sure I glance backwards now and again, in case I need to find my way back.
Trail through the canyon. The wind about blew me over the edge!