One of my favorite things is hearing the wind blow: through pine trees, down canyons, or across the desert. Last night the winds were high here, and I enjoyed hearing it rustle our blinds and feeling it rock the Chinook in the darkness. When we arose, however, I looked out the window for our rug, camp chairs, and camp table, and, to put it simply, they weren't where we left them.
The Before photo:
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| This is a re-enactment. But this is basically what our set-up looked like when we went to bed (darker, of course) |
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After:
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| Witness the devastation. You probably can't see it, but that is our rug splayed across one of the furthermost creosote bushes. |
Fortunately, we were able to quickly collect our belongings and reconstruct our former set-up, and today was warm, sunny, and only slightly breezy. In fact, we took a lovely hike across the desert. As usual, we found amazing beauty amongst what seems, on the surface, a bleak landscape. This bee was speedily finding nectar on this tiny (about 4" by 4"), low-growing plant :
Never mind the chairs...where'd the jeep go?
ReplyDeleteLOL! We're still looking for it!
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