Our Location:
Road Runner BLM, Quartzsite, Arizona
Wind gusting to 40 mph today, sun until late in the afternoon when it clouded over, rain is in the forecast. A few more photos of yesterday's jeep ride.
So many arms on this saguaro. 
Each are unique and appealing. 
Even the Teddy Bear Cholla is beautiful. 
Maybe an old mining operation but that's a guess.
Before we left home last October my uncle asked what draws me to the desert. It isn't just one thing but a multitude of things. I find beauty and comfort here in many ways. Yes I complain about the wind but the views are stunning and the haunting quality of the place draws me. Peaceful but vibrant, busy but relaxed. The various hues of brown and green add a magic to the landscape that is indescribable. It's raw beauty lures a person, seeps into their blood and stirs that blood every so often. Like the sailor beckoned to the sea with it's salt air, rolling waves and the cries of gulls in the air, the desert also calls but in a much more subtle way. The promise of warmth, dry crisp air, a hint of dust, and a stillness that is hard to understand. The quiet of the desert is unlike other places I've been, for there is literally no noise at times, not a bird chirping, a frog croaking, a dog barking, a leaf rustling, there is no sounds, not even the wind. Just silence. It is almost eerie then, almost as if you could listen hard enough you will hear the soft fall of feet slipping quietly along a mountain trail, the hint of buckskin on a bush. Of course the desert isn't always quiet but it has its long moments of such. It is something one needs to experience to understand and appreciate. I haven't been able to get out as much as I would have liked this year but I'm hoping next year will be better. I miss the climbs, the views, the lonely spots in which I stand looking back at a world that whispers it's secrets if we only listen hard enough.
Deb at the bottom of the hill, I zoomed my phone in as far as it would go. 
The sun plays with the mountains off in the distance and the saguaros stand like thin lines on the valley floor. 
Stately, regal, standing tall and proud, they watch over the land, seeing all, telling nothing. 
I love these views! They appeal to me in ways very difficult to explain.
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| Windy and very cool at the top of the hill. I need a haircut! |
Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed a few more photos.
Until next time....
Take care, stay safe,
Deb
