If you had asked me three years ago if I would ever want to go camping in the desert I might have slapped you for thinking that I would even enjoy camping in general. Sleeping outside on a tiny pad, battling bugs, eating soup or pb&j sammies, using nature as a bathroom and no shower? Sounds horrible. And then something changed. And I decided that all of that sounded bearable ... and actually kind of fun (note: that 'something' may be me trying to impress some guy I was into at the time ... and now). Since we live in southern CA, we tend to go out to the desert for our camping needs. Unlike camping in the forest, it is almost guaranteed that we'll be absolutely alone and not see another person during our trip. And besides seeing a couple of cars, we didn't have to interact with anyone else. And that is exactly like I love it. Do you see that that ombre cactus above? Absolutely beautiful. Also, absolutely painful. Let's just say that I may or may not have been attacked by one in the middle of the night and still have a small piece of the spine stuck in my index finger. No bueno. Besides that, it was a lovely trip. We cooked soup, played backgammon, drank wine from a screw top, hiked around in a big dried-up stream and relaxed in silence. So wonderful. I really love desert camping. It honestly did not sound appealing several years ago, but now I wish I could go every week. If (more like when) we move away from southern CA I think that camping out in the Mojave and Anza Borrego will be what I miss most. Linked up with What I’m Loving Wednesday. And remember to check out my first giveaway!
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