This is the kind of country I've been walking in. I the Summer it is better in the mourning like this before the sun heats the rocks. They get too hot to touch with ones bare hands.
I walk slowly enjoying the country around me and the sky above. Most of what I see interests me, but lately scat has often attracting my attention. I was surprised to see burro droppings today near the boundary of the Park. There have been now 'wild' burro in the area for many decades. I know of no one who keeps burros around here, but I am sure someone must. Burros are almost never ridden now but are sometimes used as pack animals. Maybe that is the case here.