Out the backdoor

As I try to digest the trip along the Gila that I just returned from while nursing mesquite-thrashed legs, it seemed timely to post some photos found buried on the memory card.  All too often it's easiest to focus on bigger, wilder trips like the one I just returned from, but the majority of the days are just like those depicted below.  Not too bad really, and the daily jaunt out the back door is what keeps us going.

Humble scenery from San Vicente Creek and Boston Hill Open Space.