There's a low hill to the northeast of camp that blocks our view of Sedona's red rock formations. So I figured I'd hike up there to learn what could be seen.
There was no trail, so I had to pick along, choosing my own while avoiding cacti and other spiny plants. Also watching for snakes and scorpions. None observed.
When I got to the top of the hill, there were more hills blocking the view of red rocks. Oh well. It means more time spent appreciating the high desert.
Turning back, I got a nice view of our camp. You can't tell, but Lou is outside his trailer, checking himself in a mirror hanging there, trimming his whiskers. Which reminds me, it's about time for me to do the same.