Had a very busy day yesterday and finished it of with a movie. Was quite warm with temp in low 90's, not quite like at home where we are told the weather has cleared and the temp around 65 to 70 F.
No daffodils or similar spring plants, but the perfume from the arrange and grapefruit blossoms fill the air and the cactus in its many varieties are in bloom.

Here's an excerpt from one of the stories in "Summer Smoke".

By the time we got to the second ford, the river was again in afternoon flood. It was almost waist deep and running fast. Everyone went in and quickly made it through the deepest spot and waited for the next person.  The dog jumped in when I went and although she was sort of swept away, she just swam straight and came out a hundred yards downstream.  When it came to Holgar’s turn he balked and wouldn’t go in, so I shouted for him to wait until last and hang on to the horse.   The horse went by him, he didn’t grab on and as he realized he was last, he quickly jumped in.  I don’t know where Holgar had found his pants, but even on his large frame they were too big and the crotch was almost to his knees.  The current ballooned his pants like an underwater sail and he started to try and go against the current!  Ben yelled, “Grab the horses tail!” Holgar ignored him and first slowly, then faster and faster started to drift downstream with the current!  He was yelling, and flailing his arms all about and then fell over.  I dropped my pack and ran down along the river until I got ahead of him and then waded out. As he went by I was able to grab a pant leg; the current then aided me in swinging him into the shallower water.  Man, was he mad!  Of course we all started to laugh, which didn’t help improve anything.  He stripped down, wrung out his clothes and we were back on the trail in a few minutes.

 The next incident was about an hour later.  We came to a small creek with a steep bank on the far side, ok for moose but not good enough for laden horses to try and get up and across.  I told everyone but Ben to take a break and then he went along the creek towards the river and I went in the opposite direction.  If we hadn’t found a good crossing in 15 minutes we would meet back where we started.