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Just before I arrive at my bicycle at the end of Borrego Canyon Road, I run into a big herd of cows

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164330-cows.jpg Borrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin ButtesBorrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin ButtesBorrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin ButtesBorrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin ButtesBorrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin ButtesBorrego Canyon is quite pristine, except for the cow grazing and this fresh roll of barbed wireThumbnailsOne final quiet evening of solitude in Mojave National Preserve near Twin Buttes

The cows don't like me, and run away. I grab my bicycle, ride up to the visitor centre, recharge my cell phone and drench my sweaty self with cold water from the tap--sooo good. It's still almost 90F in the shade. I nibble on almonds and dried apricots.