Heading south from Fort Stockton under grey skies
Up into the Chisos as fog blankets the basin
Lion Warning. Didn’t see a lot of these in Brooklyn.
This is an honest to God tarantula, and it is huge
Top of Lost Mine trail
Having bagged the summit, Leonie provides a gunshow
A great view of my beard. And also nature.
Sylvie ran out of gas, so took the Dad Shoulders Express home
Backcountry exploring on Glen Springs road
Sylvie contemplates an unmarked grave
Fog, driving rain, and high winds. Another perfect day of camping.
Seriously, there are tarantulas everywhere
Better Tents and Gardens, Pine Canyon edition.
Just a little desert flower.
Sylvie took this of Val and I “parenting”.
View from our window.
The kitchen gets a lot of sun.
They may have just seen a tarantula.
Mexican Jay overhead, checking out the intruders
Leonie leading us through Pine Canyon
Waterfall in the desert. Who knew?
Girls on their way back to the truck.
Locusts the size of… passed hors d’oeuvres.
Mind the gap, lady.
Old cattle pen at Glen Springs.
Dad, contemplating it all.
Working our way back up an arroyo.
The SilverFish in motion.
Desert muscle showdown.
Fine end to a fine day.
Leonie can’t stop herself from catching anything in sight.
Humbled lizard.
Sun on its way down, working our way home.
Filming “Monster High in Big Bend” begins.
Sylvie sets up a shot with Leonie, Laguna Blue.
Peregrine Falcon. We must have seen a dozen.
Ernst Tinaja rock pools.
One of us was brave enough to crawl into this cave.
Leonie, about as spry as a Gecko.
So, too, is the Siverfish.
Keeping an eye on the kids. Maybe.
Ain’t no mountain high enough for these girls.
The canyon gets technical.
Leonie waits for Dad to catch up.
The meaning of it all, and the Rio Grande.
Junior Rangers are sworn in.
Guy should have bought a Toyota.
Balancing rock.
All my ladies.
Falcon taking a sunset cruise over our campsite.
