Sunday, October 14, 2007

Turk's Cap

What a beautiful day yesterday was! Just the kind of fall day I like--sunny and cool. Here's what last night's picture brought:

He stood facing the cliff, sweat already trickling down his spine even thought he had only walked from his rental pickup which was parked in the shade about fifty feet away. Manning was glad he had worn thick socks and hiking boots. The ground was pocked with holes and littered with ankle-twisting rocks that had evidently fallen from the cliff face. Tucked in unexpected places were the globe shaped Turk's Cap cacti, their vicious yellow thorns poised below the ridiculous-looking red and white pad on top that had earned it the name. Manning thought the possibility of impaling himself on those thorns would be worse than losing skin to the rough limestone itself. He also knew he would have to be exceptionally careful when he was climbing. The Turk's Cap had a nasty habit of growing babies in every cranny; the young thorns emerged thick and sharp, and would pierce leather gloves.

Eh. Maybe I'll like tonight's writing better.

--Barbara

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