The foothills are at the mercy of how clouds travel through the valleys. With favorable geography comes ample rainfall; otherwise, everything turns to dust.
Today as I sat on a wooden bench at Windy Saddle (not related to Blazing Saddles), I turned my camera to the left and photographed the thick forest running to the top of Lookout Mountain.
Turning to the right, I photographed the dreary vista of parched weeds and stunted bushes on the other side of the valley.
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