Rock Out

The desert makes even actual garbage look like art. I mean, we’re driving down the road in and around Joshua Tree and I see an abandoned and completely charred RV on the side of the road that could easily be the subject of a contemporary photography exhibit. More precisely, I see the burned remains of what was previously an RV used, I can only guess, as the tour bus for Elvis, positioned on its side, and nowhere close to the road we’re driving on or any other path (how did it even get there?!). But taking that all in under a clear blue sky, with some palm trees in the background, the beautiful tans and pale reds of the huge boulders sprinkled in between, and colorful dots where the varied cacti are popping up from the desert sand, I get it. I get what drew the driver of the RV to this place. Of course, I don’t get how you explode your RV and leave it on the side of the road to become a car dinosaur, but not everything needs an explanation when you’re vibin’ with mother earth.

Between our re-visit to Alabama Hills, our two day layover in Joshua Tree, and vortex chasing trip to Sedona, we have soaked up our fair share of dry heat and crystal energy this past week! It’s all so big, with so many faces and surprises, the desert.

I’m biased; I know. I’m a desert child. A draught resistant, sunset seeking, adobe loving with a splash of turquoise sort of spirit. I’ve witnessed many a desert scene, but this little trip really got my aura shining a golden yellow. (And if you know your auras, you know a golden yellow is right where you wanna be.) Probably helped that we were able to get groovy with a discovery of the Joshua Tree Astronomy Arts Theater, did a hike in Joshua Tree NP where we didn’t see a single other person, and then got a healthy does of the one and only Rob Elliott among the red rocks of Sedona! Then we landed in the OG desert back in New Mexico with the fam bam. It’s all just love under the sun.

We’ll be back, as always. Until then, stay hydrated my friends!