We are headed for a picnic. South on I25 then west on Highway 152.
This is not a road that is familiar to me. First time for us but everyone we are meeting at the destination has been there many times.
The day was absolutely beautiful with bright blue skies and puffy white clouds.
We are going to the Black Range Mountains.
The Black Range runs north and south for about 55 miles.
Hard to believe that from our little spot in the desert it is only just over 50 miles to all this green. The mountain road is very curvy with beautiful scenic spots along the way. It kept Walt busy turning that steering wheel.
After such a pleasant drive we arrived at Iron Creek Campground.
We were meeting Sylvia, David, Tresa, Jerry, Nancy, Charlotte and Carl for our picnic in the cool, shady campground.
Lovely ladies Nancy and Sylvia.
There are not many that can look as good in a hat at Tresa does. She makes it look fabulous.
The scenery was wonderful but oh my the picnic food was over the top. These ladies can really whip up a great picnic.
The food was only outshone by the company. I love getting to visit with them. Hard to find a nicer, more generous, caring group of people.
Everyone said we had to go see the rock formations a few miles from the campground. The Black Range is also known as The Devil's Mountains and the knife-edged ridges and peaks rising above the surrounding terrain do look like there was a devilish uprising millions of years ago.
Such beauty high in the mountains.
A few rainclouds gave a brief promise but alas no raindrops came down.
Birds eye view from Emory Pass at 8,168 feet.
Great day! Life needs more picnics.
The next day the rain clouds let those rain drops loose finishing off with a rainbow.
There is nothing like the smell of the desert after a rainstorm. It is wonderful. Many have tried to bottle it but have failed.
The desert waits for the rain, when it comes it absorbs it so fast you don't even know it's been there and it waits again.