ROCK MY WORLD!
Rocks. Smooth, rough, sedentary, infinitely patient. Their mood rolls over with the rotation of the earth. Cool, warm, hot, warm, cool, cold. The elements empty themselves upon them relentlessly. Battered and baked, cracked and carved, they carry the marks of history. They've seen it all. They do not complain. They tell a silent story. Rocks have had an influence on me but I will never influence a rock. If I dared to fashion myself after a rock, I would surely fail.
Southern California's landscapes are so diverse.
I miss the colour green. | 
This is Borrego Springs. I recommend this as a very safe and pleasant place to overnight. It is difficult to find places to tent in California but so far every one I have found is clean and has washrooms and showers. This one has many water faucets throughout. Happy. |
Then, a glimpse of horses! With a second hard look I discovered cres and acres of horses frozen in action....I mean baked in action.
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It's very hot on this parched but beautiful land. Even now in winter I sweat under my protective jacket and am tempted to ride in my shirt sleeves only. I can't imagine living here through summer. You would have to carry gallons of emergency water. If you didn't the sun could suck you dry in 24 hours. You would look like a month old road kill without even having been flattened by a car.
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