You continue to show us tons and tons and tons of snow and rust. So, where’s the brindle?
Well Flo, as a matter of fact, the roads were sometimes long, but every curve we rounded, we saw the same but different, mountains. We were on our way to Death Valley when we saw the brindle in the mountains.
The layers formed beautiful stripes of color, sometimes horizontal.
Sometimes the stripes were more subtle in the bluffs,
We saw plenty of brindle Flo, it was everywhere we looked.