It's December and Beth should be posing me in a Christmas tree, at the very least!
But she posed me carefully on this dangerous cactus. Luckily she was the only one that got poked.
Sometimes Beth can't help herself. She saw the prickly pear cactus and she quickly dug me out of her camera case. But, I guess it was sort of fun enjoying the view. Not very many can sit on a cactus and relax a bit.
We came back up to the same spot at night. The path to the Spanish Colonial Mission was glowing.
We couldn't see the cactus in the shadows, but we could see the shadows on the church.
I didn't pose for any pictures, but at least it suddenly felt like Christmas!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.