I've made up my mind... I think

Clicking the pics is not for the faint of heart.

I was fortunate to have this one day when there were some clouds in the sky. Every other day I was here was nothing but clear blue.

There hasn't been much at all going on today. I've taken pictures of rocks, climbed up on rocks, stumbled over rocks, walked around rocks, and even named some rocks. But since I've been here three or four times before, I think I've dealt with enough rocks, and I now need to move on and get a view that consists of the exact opposite of rocks, and that is....

What else could be the exact opposite of rocks except... water. So tomorrow, I have made up my mind and I'm going to Caballo [Ka-buy-yo] Lake State Park, New Mexico, for a few days and spend some time getting sand in my shoes and staring at the tumbling, roaring Rio Grande, as it cascades out of the mountains and fills the rivers to overflowing from the Colorado high country to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yes it is possible that maybe it doesn't exactly roar or tumble coming through New Mexico. And it's also conceivable that the river isn't exactly overflowing... Okay, it's mostly dry. But there is some sand, and I might get some in my shoes if I can find the edge of the water... Somewhere out there.

But it's the thought that counts, I'll be near water and not rocks, and a change of view always puts me in a good mood.

Theboondork

As I walked by I saw this giant hidden Canon poking out of it's bunker. I quickly grabbed my holy hand-grenade of Antioch and prepared to blow the Canon to smithereens when I realized it was actually a telescope, and manned by one of those people that stare into space for extended periods of time, and yes they are strange, but apparently harmless... Then I called Homeland Security and apologized for my previous call.

These folks have a nice boondocking spot. Their own personal shady rock, and a shady tree.... Like my dad used to say... "They've got it made in the shade."

Your guess is as good as mine!

This is the group camping area. I was never sure what number of people constituted a "group" but apparently the number is one.

A tiny teardrop nestled amongst the behemoth boulders.