All of the photos from yesterday are in the Herradura gallery.

Flores #259

Flores #259

Yesterday, I went on a fun bike ride along some of the dirt roads winding into the mountains here in Herradura. Pleasant. Scenic. Then after going around a steep uphill bend, I decided to heed the warning of the seven dogs of seven different sizes who came running out from under pickups and porches, barking to me,

“Alright, that’ll do; there’s no reason for you to go any farther.”

Honestly, I may have been driving up into someone’s yard at that point. It’s hard to identify where dirt roads end and driveways begin on mountain roads.

Camino de tierra en las montañas #413

Camino de tierra en las montañas #413

As I was going back, I drove down another such road. Then it forked so I stopped and pondered. The path to the right led immediately to gated private property. I couldn’t discern if it was a large estate or a private community. I sensed it was an estate.

The path to the left started with an immediate drop in the road of about five or six feet. It wound it’s way somewhere, on this sub-level path of dirt. I chose to go down that road.

As I did, the road began to rise up on the sides. Walls of earthen soil. Plants emerging. Above my head, on either side of the road, grass and trees stood on flat plateaus, their roots stretching out over the path below and reaching back into the reddish-brown earth. It was strange and beautiful. I need to go back and take photos of that. And then I rode home.

Arbol #268

Arbol #268

En la arbol #512

En la arbol #512

Flores #538

Flores #538

All of the photos from yesterday are in the Herradura gallery.

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