I thought my person was taking me to look for the elusive century plant again today, but she had other ideas in mind. We went on a part of my trails that I’ve never been on before. We hiked up a ways and climbed over some rocks until she told me we were there.
I’m not sure where there was, and I’m not sure what we were supposed to be looking at – but whatever they are, they sure are strange looking.
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My person said these tall, skinny things are called ocotillo and this is the only place on my trails that she’s found them. She said the first “o” is short, the last two are long and the double l is pronounced like a “y”. I just pronounce it “woof.”
Okay, we’ve seen those funny things. I’m ready to go on now.
What? There’s more of them? And you’re going to make me stay here while you take pictures? They look pretty dead, except for the ones with little red flowers on top.
They what? They drop their leaves when it’s dry to save moisture and grow them again after it rains? Maybe we should share some of our water with them. That might make them grow some leaves.
Not all the water. I want some too.
Okay person, would you stop taking pictures? If we head back now we still might be able to find that elusive century plant.






















































































