January 31, 2015
Yesterday at five I glanced out the kitchen window at Ratcliff Ridge and saw that tattered clouds were drifting in front of Continental Mountain. I walked out to see if I could capture the scene.
Nope.
Walked a couple steps to the south and took another picture:
Nope.
Walked another ten steps:
Nope.
Walked out to the end of the driveway and took another photo (I'll spare you), then came back to where I started and clicked off two more. Went back in the house to see what I got.
Bingo! Ghosts On Ratcliff Ridge
"Heroes are forgotten, legends never die."
—Old Vaquero Saying
