Easy Riders

I slipped out of the car at one of the picnic areas at Saguaro National Park today. The late afternoon light was carving shadows into the side of Mt. Wasson. It was one of those views that I'm thinking I might be able to use in my watercolor explorations someday.

Returning to the car, I felt something sort of weighing me down. I closed the car door and looked down.

There were four good sized chunks of cholla cactus, hitchhiking on my jeans jacket. In the desert you always carry a wide tooth comb.

That's what I pulled out to remove these giant pricklies, the easy riders, from my jacket.