By Melisse. Rain in the desert is a blessed event. It releases huge powers in the plants and soil. Ocotillos instantly transform from their brown spindly shape to a green and “fluffy” one with vermillion plumes at their ends. The animals rejoice. Last night it rained here in Anza Borrego Desert State Park in southern California. Several times through the night a few sprinkles danced upon our taught tent fly. I awoke well before dawn, recorded my dreams (as is my daily custom now), got dressed and went for a long walk with Quito along a sandy road through the large valley where we are camped. The light gradually grew as we trodded along. Suddenly the aromas of the freshly moistened soil and vegetation enveloped me, and like a time machine, sucked me back to Water Canyon New Mexico where I spent three summers in the mid 70’s and early 80’s studying Acorn Woodpeckers. These were some of the happiest months of my life so I welcomed the visit.
We are recently unemployed and plan to "ride out the recession" hitting the road as gypsies in our VW campervan named Ruby Grace. Home is St. Louis, MO. Destination is into the great wide open.... full info