Look left: view of sunset over the western mountains. Look right: Rangers up by 2 over the Tigers. I guess there is not much to complain about, but somehow I find a way. In a minute we'll flip to catch up with the Raiders and Aggies, so I am truly multi-tasking.
We took a sports break today to take a short drive and hike. We are about 10 miles from the entrance to Red Rock Canyon National Park, geezers like Russell get in free. We hiked the Calico Hills for about 1.3 miles. The up, down and around made it more of a challenge than it sounds. It was a perfect day, evidenced by the number of folks who made the same decision we did to get out of town.
The Calico Hills are perfectly named. Orange, white, black, marmalade striped formations heaped in great globular mounds reminded me of a book Kyle got from my Aunt Mab when he was slightly more than a baby. We loved how the calico cat ate everything in sight to become The Three Hundred Pound Cat. I could just imagine him and an entire herd of such cats eating themselves to a frozen state, sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner of all time. Perhaps I spent too long in elementary classrooms.
But now back to the reality of an opened patio door, no screen needed, with the mountains etched against the last glow of clear sky. A pine tree off of our patio frames the twin palm trees that appear to top the more distant peaks. Oh and Tech just scored again. Some things just don't get any better! Yes they do! A NELSON CRUZ HOMER!
