Where We Left Off
It’s Walk and Click Wednesday and time to finish up that walk I started two weeks ago. I’ve left you waiting at the mailboxes long enough. Let’s venture on up that road.
Desolate
I don’t know if this place is abandoned or not, but it had a forlorn and forsaken look to it.
Boundary
Robert Frost wrote, “Good fences make good neighbors,” in his poem “Mending Wall” but the saying has been around a lot longer than that. I thought this rail and cactus made quite a good-looking fence.
Shell
I’ve been curious about this little roofless building ever since I first saw it, so I decided to explore.
Framed
It is, I believe, an abandoned well house. The capped-off well head can be seen inside.
Tracks
I walked up this small wash alongside the road. When I turned and looked back, there were many doggish tracks to be seen. My guess is coyotes — we often hear them howling at night, sometimes very close to the house.
Treasure
I found three of these old tiles in that wash and brought them home with me. Why? Well . . . I don’t know, they were interesting and . . . I guess it’s like collecting sea glass at the beach. [Susan and Jenny, stop laughing.]
Going Up
I noticed this dirt track going up the hill. It was evident that no vehicle had been that way for a long time, so I headed up to see what I could see.
Still Standing
This yucca was growing alongside the track, still bearing flower stalks from last year’s bloom. When I moved here near the end of last May, the hills were covered with flowering yucca. It was an amazing sight. I’m curious to see if the show will repeat this year, or if it was a special welcome just for me.
The Other Side of the Mountain
It looked like there was once a structure on the top of the hill, but nothing is left but a water faucet, the foundation of a wall, and some concrete rubble. This was the view down the other side. See that fenced area on the side of the mountain over there? We can see that from our house, too, and always wondered what it was for. When I downloaded my photos and zoomed in on this image, I could just make out several horses in the upper left corner of the fence. So now we know: it’s pasture.
The Hills Have Eyes
Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched? I got that feeling and when I turned around was startled to see these two characters checking me out.
Looking Down
So I headed back down and homeward again.
Horse Country
They’re quite serious about these signs. I often pass riders on this road.
Through a Fence
Why did the photographer cross the road? To capture an irresistible vignette spotted from the other side, of course. I was seriously hoping no one from the house was watching!
Against the Sky
I turned onto a smaller side road to make that circle back home, and loved this old fence atop the roadside bank.
Gate to Nowhere
Almost there! See that trail? It will take us right to the back of the garage.
Watch Your Step!
But don’t go too fast, or you’ll miss these tiny flowers growing right in the middle of the path. Each of these blossoms was only a quarter of an inch (or less!) across.
Finish Line
And here we are, home at last. This line of posts, all that’s left of a very old fence, marks the boundary of our property. I hope you enjoyed our little hike!
Linking with Walk and Click Wednesday, with thanks to Lissa for hosting!
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