Day 1: SF to Flagstaff, 780 miles

I love deserts.  Maybe it’s because I grew up in a swamp.  Maybe it’s because of the rock, the hard-edged faces, the difficulty of the landscape.  I think it’s because of the absolute silence in the desert.  It is perfectly quiet, perfectly still.  Not all the time, but most of the time.  I am especially drawn to deserts that are somehow knocked out of their element.  Last time I saw this was when I watched the remnants of hurricane Ivan dump the amount of water Big Bend would get in ten years in two days.  So you can imagine my delight when I found that the Mojave desert had been hit by this latest winter storm.

Mojave Covered in Snow

Anytime something like this happens in a desert, all sorts of strange things start happening.  Different plants will bloom, odd animals will suddenly appear.  So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled across the extremely rare Andean Snow Beast!

Rare Andean Snow Beast

RAAAAAAAAAAR!

One Comment:

  1. Extraordinary. Isn’t wildlife amazing.

    I love deserts too – many people don’t understand it. (Esp here in the UK where most have never seen one.) I once wrote about grief relating it to desert, and someone said the barrenness of the desert was appropriate. Astonished me as i hadn’t thought of that angle at all.

    Merry X!

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