We're Empty

The Thanksgiving weekend and the few days after were pretty much the end of the season. To me this is the best hiking time of the season. Jax and I usually head out about noon or so and pick the direction at the bottom of the driveway. It's perfect temps. T-shirt, flannel long sleeve, and vest. Once you're hiked for half an hour you're more than warm. We try and head out to places we haven't visited in quite awhile. We swung by the old sheep pen where Pinto, Thelmas, and Louise use to live.

We found tracks heading downhill into the bottom of the canyons below Hurrah Pass. It seemed as if the tracks were searching for water holes as they always veered toward where there was substantial vegetation. I thought the tracks which were dated weren't cowboy boots so not likely it was the cowboys looking for water for their herd.