The desert surprises me again.
Fog! The mountain range I photographed recently with peaks covered in snow is draped in mist this morning. We’re pelted with rain most of the night. None of this pitter-patter- on-the-roof nonsense. Wind-driven rain that doesn’t let up for hours, and leaves large puddles, brings out more leaves on the ocotillo plants, and washes the desert anew. On our short hike I see tender, green sprouts that will enliven the landscape with flowers later this spring.
The fog lifts but a chilly breeze arrives.
I try a few times to sit outside with the crew to read. Even with the throw around my shoulders, the breeze is cool enough to be distracting. It’s much better inside, sitting in the sunbeams that stream warmth through the windows.
It’s amusing how Bridget and Spike quickly realize, too, that inside is better than outside. No clamoring at the door. Willingly they settle in for a long nap.
Fickle light and damp wind makes picture-taking a challenge.
These photos are not high quality. I share them anyway so you can see our camp and the plants and rocks that surround it.