The brutish beauty of the buttes of Monument Valley. Cly (foreground) and Camel Buttes with Mitchell Mesa and the Three Sisters in the distance on the left. To the right, the Mittens and more. This was the last good light before the sun dropped below some clouds on the horizon.
I watched a small pack of dogs scouring the rocks looking for prey near the base of Cly butte. There were three of them, medium-sized and pretty nimble. I didn't see them at first. Instead, I heard them tipping the unstable rocks over they were walking on. I was a bit worried they might give me a visit. You never know how they are going to be, so, my plan was to keep my distance. They had clearly seen me and weren't particularly interested, so I continued to watch them for a while. Eventually, they moved on, but I kept them in the back of my mind just in case. My dogs were in the truck all locked up from harm. Nevertheless, It was strange to have to worry about so-called "wildlife" in a place like this. It had me on edge. I didn't want any unexpected visitors. They weren't really wild animals, but someone's "pets" nearby. Wild animals are way more predictable. They usually steer clear. But a pack of feral dogs might not be so shy. Caution prevailed.