One in two hundred thousand

For some strange reason one in two hundred thousand cactus become crested cactus.  The Commander had spotted one of these strange cactus on the road to Peter Big Foot's.  Doing some trail work yesterday The Commander had to stop to get some pictures.  Today the hyperactive Commander insist we put in some trail time.  So it looks like we are going to explore the Denton trail.  Supposedly there are some ruins up in that valley.  Kadizzle would just make this a lazy motorcycle day riding back roads, but they call her The Commander for a reason.  The oatmeal is in the belly and the last cup of coffee is just about empty.