Morning birds, Buddha was here, and Harley encounters a cactus.

Another clear, sunny day, in which fifty degrees felt warmer, especially when climbing.

The morning birds were back and cooperative.

 There are decorations on the streets of Bisbee - of a wide variety

The above are set into the face of a retaining wall, lots of those here.

 Antique Coke coolers as cactus planters, with a nicely kept up  truck behind.

 

Did the cactus go to Mardi Gras - or did Mardi Gras come to the cactus?


Then time for some exercise - amongst the abandoned building sites on the other side of OK street, above, there are stairs and a path which leads to (among other things a small cave fashioned into a Buddhist shrine.   

Then where the street ends a trail begins going up and out.

Being the north side of the hill the snow has not by any means given up its possession of the ground.  As a result we did not scramble up the last steep pitch to the top - another day.

 Shelley braved ice and the pull of gravity to push onwards.

Instead we walked on a mostly level path across slopes up the canyon for a way and somewhere Harley cut himself above his pads, ankle?) on what we guess were some sharp thorns.  He seemed unconcerned, we came home and by the time we arrived the bleeding was all but stopped.  He may have to take it easy for a couple of days.

More artisticness on the way home and Shelley on the stairs