Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
From the Amasa Back
Spanish petroglyph. Hard to make out but once you have the helmet, saddle, and horse of the Conquistador are visible. The Lodge. Far in the distance up the hill to the left from the widest spot in the river. The La Sal mountains in the furthest background, the area called Behind the Rocks with it's countless fins. 

Fire Pit
Final Straw
I'm putting all the rock squirrels on group Jenny Craig plan. You might have to click on the pictures to make them larger but now even when a small to mid size hawk like the Sharp-shinned visits the rock squirrels are just mildly amused. A. They know they can take the Sharp-shinned, B. They know that even if the Sharp-shinned catches them off guard (meaning awake) it won't be able to get off the ground with them. 
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Kobae's Luck Runs Out
Kobae is always walking along the side of the creek with ten foot overhangs ready to collapse. I always warn him in a high pitch voice that he's playing with fire and I can see he stops when he hears that to think about it. Usually he looks over the edge and ignores me. Today was no different except this time his luck ran out. 
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