Changing light, not a different mountain.
Always searching for bighorn sheep...sometimes even count them in my sleep.
Lake Mead under harsh light referred to in the essay below.
One of our least favorite cities (Las Vegas) but always attractive from peaks.
On our last trip during winter, we stood on the peak in the distance and got a different perspective.
In the USA, there's always a golf course somewhere close, Col.
Jen led us down Bootleg Canyon trail from Red Mountain Peak. It's what I call living dangerously. The picture is tame, the trail, wild.
Not good light to fully appreciate Lake Mead.