iRide.2020.03.16 Lowlevel

It was a gray day with low-level cloud and fresh snow on the tops, so the photos make it look wintery. In fact it was mild and I was riding in shirtsleeves and shorts. There was plenty to see and hear: the construction contractors were servicing and fueling machines by the north cattle guard; a yellow bird was calling loudly from a fence stob and a frog was ribbitting in a drainage channel; the dead remains of yucca seed pods from last year littered the higher ground.

I stopped at the edge of the built-up area to take a photograph into the gloom. Suddenly a plane came roaring across the fields, which is something that one should expect when standing at the end of an airport runway. Doh!

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