Always picturesque - even with dramatic skies.
A lovely bike ride around just after sundown.
The foot felt good.
I paid that sailboat to anchor there.
Seemed to be the park of the birds. I know this is a woodpecker - that was in the Butterfly garden. He was sharing a bath with a mourning dove in these rocks.
And the beautiful cardinal - followed us when we moved camps. I'm going with that. He came by and sang to us late in the evening.
I have to look in my birdbook which is MIA on what type of bird this fellow is. He was quite bold and inquisitive landing in our campsite.
And this little dude was the greeter at the entrance and/or exit at the other end of the Butterfly gardens.