So I drove up to Horseshoe Canyon Ranch, where my bike club was having a training camp (and rock climbing, woot!). It's a long rough gravel road into the canyon, and the canyon floor was covered with sheep, goats and horses. I'm gazing out over the flocks while I slowly come down the road and out of the corner of my eye something STREAKS right in front of my car, and lands on the other side in the grass. A roadrunner.

First one I've seen in years and years. It was cool. I thought of y'all.

Karen