Our last day in Mexico, we drove into the mountains so we could ride horseback up to see the monarch butterflies, which migrate there every year by the bazillions. Except when we got there, it was completely touristy, the horses were more like ponies, and most of the butterflies I saw were post-trampled and withered up on the ground. I like this photo of motherdearest on a tiny horse, though. And on her Blackberry, too.
Taken on my Nikon FM10.
