The only trees on my land, that I know of, are Junipers and you see them in the foreground here.
The landscape is dry, the ground is sand and small rocks with dry weeds in the winter.
This is how I fell in love with the high desert:
The day we moved up here, we took the cat with us and left our four dogs in our Los Angeles house, planning to drive down and bring them up the next day, after we returned the moving van.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't stand thinking about how worried they must be, big boxes being moved out of their home all day long, but all four of them left behind.
So I got up and drove about 100 miles to Los Angeles, spent a couple of hours with the dogs, then drove back. (Oh, the things you could do when you were only 66 years old!)
At one point, the road went uphill and when I reached the top of the hill, the Mojave desert stretched out in front of me.
And just at that moment, the sun rose and spread a pink and gold light over the dry desert earth.
It was a magnificent moment, one of the most memorable nature moments of my life.
I fell in love with the high desert country that morning and that has never changed.
NB
For those of you, not familiar with the high deserts, they are not all sand, many trees and bushes grow there, including:
Yucca trees, California junipers, Joshua trees, creosote and brittle bush.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful memory to have - and to be so clear that the decision was the right one for you! YAM xx
Glorious memory!
ReplyDeleteyou are so right about how wonderful it was at 66 to be able to do easily what we can't do now. it is great you have this beautiful memory of the desert. the poor dogs needed you and you went.
ReplyDeleteI can almost see it with your description. I would love to see the trees in the desert
Yes, I look back at what I could for in my 60s and 70s! After you reach your eighties, things change. I'm glad you live where you love!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful memory and oh how much you loved your dogs!
ReplyDeleteI have never been in a desert, so really enjoy your posts of it. Yes, to me, 66 sounds so young, and I could do so much more!
ReplyDeleteI love the high desert, too. One of the things I miss about SoCal. One January we camped at Joshua Tree with friends-- a wonderful memory. The smell of the desert.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful memory.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
I know you are a sweetie, how amazing of you to travel all those miles to care for your dogs, since they may have been very worried with most things moved out of your house. To fall in love with the high desert, sounds so romantic and understandable.
ReplyDeleteTotally different from where I live in Bohuslän on the swedish westcoast, with rocks, forrests and the ocean ;) Wonderful memory Inger when you saw the rising sun coming back from LA. Greetings from stormy and rainy Sweden,,
ReplyDeleteThe desert is so beautiful. We’re heading to Arizona this March and I’m excited to go hiking.
ReplyDeleteHello,
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful images.
Nice to see your blog.
Janice.