Between the eucalyptus trees, that’s El Capitan Mountain.
Strangely, the whole hike I didn’t see a single rattlesnake. I heard one in these rocks, rattling, and I took him at his word and left.
A farm hiding on the edge of track houses?
“Watch your head, this trail isn’t very wide.”
Luca decides the trail might not be the best place to stand.
(Taken a split second before we both ended up with a mouthful of dirt.)
I think this one was worth sitting in a bush. In a trail of red ants.
*scratches her thigh*