The sunsets are AMAZING. Tonight's was a blaze of color, turning Camelback Mountain into a lovely deep rose while the sky was on fire with reds and golds as the sky swirled, deeper and richer than a watercolor, more true than oil, it stretched across the entire sky in broad brushstrokes, daring artists to capture it in any medium (I mourned the fact I never can quite get my little camera to do it -- too much color, not enough expertise).
We finally managed to see one of the little ground-digging rodents that we know live in the park; we've always thought the holes were being made by ground squirrels, but this critter was wholly new to us, with a wide nose, almost naked tail, very tiny ears, and little round body. Doing a little research, I think it's a pocket gopher, which appear to be scattered across the southwest and are protected like most desert wildlife, although you can exterminate them if they're causing damage.
As far as I can tell, they only live in our park, although we saw this one above-ground being harassed by a mockingbird in a yard next to said park; the bird flew away when we came up, while the little gopher started trying to dig a new hole and showed us its formidable teeth as though to say, "Back off!!!" We did so, keeping Bo from lunging forward to investigate this critter.
Ritz bought back garlic flavor. I am happy.