When I think of desert, I think of endless flat stretches of sand and the occasional brown bush that will inevitably be pulled by a gust of wind from its spot and sent tumbling to who knows where.
Bob routed us through part of the Anza Borrego Desert State Park and I was amazed. Look at these hills!
Amid the quiet desolation, the miles of uninhabited nature, we spotted an occasional RV parked well off the road, boondocking to their heart’s content.
And then there was this curious, more permanent settlement that caught our attention:
You never know what you might see…
We saw this huge column of smoke for miles, coming from somewhere south of the US-Mexico border as near as we could tell. Never found out what caused it.
Down along Interstate 8 in the Imperial Valley of California, we stopped at a rest area unlike any others we’d seen: dirt road, open space for parking. Not much landscaping maintenance needed here!
Now this looks like a desert to me!
If you look closely, you can see a very thin dark line way back in the upper right part of the sand. That’s a stretch of the famous US-Mexico border fence.
Yuma couldn’t be much farther ahead!