My traveling companion: Look! There’s some kind of a carcass down there!”

Me (as I execute a pair of u-turns): Can we get down to it?

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Anyway, as you can see, we DID get down to it. And made photos, of course.

It was an elk skeleton. Unless it was a pterodactyl. There’s no way to tell: we’re not paleontologists or whatever. (My spouse, who is also not a paleontologist*, was kind enough to explain all the ways this WASN’T a pterodactyl…)

near Truchas, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2024

*He’s a Pilates instructor, which is very similar to being a paleontologist because both fields involve bones. Or something.