Apache Trail

Hell, let's prop open these doors. Snake party!

Apparently plenty of people ignore this sign and venture into the cave o' bees. What a buncha morons.

Man, this place is a death trap.

The view of the cave o' bees from the Go No Further sign. We could hear surround-sound buzzing as far away as the parking lot below and thus weren't tempted to ignore the National Park Service's instructions.

Handsome cactus.

Rude cactus & Limey.

The household and environs

Talon, my aggressive and bad-ass office ceiling fan.

The neighborhood thug dove. Unlike most of his skittish contemporaries, he hangs out and calmly watches passersby. There is evidence that he shits a lot.

This ice cube formation appeared in our freezer without warning. We are preparing for more prophetic signs.

Prophetic ice cube spike in situ. Follow its trajectory from the wheat rolls.

The local white winged dove, a frequent visitor.