We went for a drive last
week. Lolli had spring break from teaching classes at the college so we invited
our friends, Ed and Suzanne, along to show them some of our favorite spots, you
know, Mojave, Pioneer Town, Indian Cove, Baghdad, Keeler, Bad Water, Tecopa,
Panamint Valley, Cerro Gordo and Mono Lake. I'm not going to draw you a map
showing exactly where we go but we usually camp wherever the VW bus gets stuck.
During one moon-less
night, camped in the Panamint Valley, a mile or so from the highway; nothing but
sage brush, salt flats and broad alluvial fans rising off into the dark around
us, a jet fighter swept over "On the deck" as they say.
I have thought about that
incident several times since. There we were sitting still, totally surrounded by
a natural landscape millions of years old, while the guy in the jet was moving
hundreds of miles per hour surrounded by the latest electronic guidance system
for night flying. How different our ways of experiencing that desert valley. We,
with our camp fire. He, with his electronic sensors.
What does it all mean?
I threw another log on the
Overall we had quite a
range of weather. First rain, then wind, then temperatures up to one hundred and
five. Then snow, fog and finally, more rain. We climbed into abandoned mines and
hiked to the top of volcanic cinder cones. We even soaked in hot springs. Yes
indeed. It was quite the vacation. Ed and Suzanne loved it. We are thinking
about doing it again next year.