22 February 2010

Canyon Number Two







It was another day with Fred in the bush. I know that these are just more pictures of some scrub trees, rocks, and cactus again. But Fred and I have a ball out there. It is very enjoyable. Fred is studying the identification of various local plants and animals in preparation for work as a guide at El Charco Botanical Gardens and Nature Preserve. That adds a new dimension to these trudges.







Today's hike was rugged only in small part near this second canyon quite near town that Fred had seen a while back from a motorcycle. The remainder consisted of a long walk up and down over relatively open, over-grazed terrain. A total of four hours out and back. Not a forced march.



Damned if I can remember the name of this cactus that I love.




An acacia tree.


An acacia tree in bloom.



This is the view on our approach to the canyon, which was concealed from view until one got close.











The lichens on the cliff face to our right were striking.


I look a bit more devil-may-care than I felt with a sheer drop right behind me.




4 comments:

Candy Minx said...

Slick.

Gee, I love the plant life there...it's almost like underwater water only dry. Yeah, I guess that didn't make sense.

:)

27thstreet said...

I love canyons. Usually when I'm in them it's because I'm chasing trout...like Box Canyon on the Henry's Fork of the Snake River in Idaho, or the Tongue River Canyon in Wyoming.

Señor Steve said...

This area has been grazed hard for a long time by cattle and particularly by the goats and sheep, Candy. One can nearly count on only one hand the plant species that survive there. But the acacias are a beautiful tree, and I did not do justice to those little clump cactus with the photograph. The big cactus constructed of the round disks are nopales of course. Their fruit, called tuna, are red and sweet. I will get the name of that cactus that I love fixed in my head.

I love canyons, too, Mr. Anchovy. Again, I find it difficult to photograph them in order to give perspective. This one was deep. It was a sheer drop just behind that boulder that I am leaning on. One has to get used to heights all over again when one is exposed anew. I was a little shaky there, fearing that if I leaned on that two-ton boulder too hard with my 150 pounds, it would topple off into the canyon and me with it.

Four Dinners said...

What a sensational place!!!

Sheep?...You sure you haven't strayed into Yorkshire by accident?..;-)

Magic pics old bean!