This was the view looking back from the way we came. As you see -- or, rather, don't see -- Dos Cabezas peaks and even higher slopes are shrouded in thick rainclouds. Such was our view in every direction on Sunday morning.
We drove out to what Willcox calls Twin Lakes (and what I call ponds) to the bird-watching area, and views there was also different from most days.
The cottonwoods in Historic Railroad Park are taking on more of a winter appearance.
On our way back home, with clouds still hanging low, the sun struggled to come out, but as we climbed the 900 feet from the flats to the ghost town we found ourselves with our heads in the clouds once again.
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