Remember the Desert. (April, 2016)
Fragments from a trip in Joshua Tree earlier this year, which was actually my wife’s first backpacking trip.
One thing we’ve always shared is a love for the desert; we were married inside Joshua Tree at sunrise in 2000. The desert can be an acquired taste, especially when leaving developed camp sites, cars, water jugs and shade structures behind and shouldering a pack instead.
We managed to catch the backcountry in full bloom. The desert is deceiving, boasting more color and more diversity than other environments- if you know where to look. Built for the sun and heat; she can soak in it all day, recharging, never getting tired of it.
My favorite approach- wandering washes and valleys until you find a place that looks good enough to rest.
I was hardly surprised at her ability to sit in the sand and slurp noodles beside me. I remember a trip to Utah in the winter in our early days. I rolled over early in the morning to find ice all over our bags; she was at least 7 months pregnant; I was not surprised in the slightest that she had no qualms laying our bags down in a wash and sleeping out.