For the first time this winter I have on my Meindel, oh so soft hiking boots for my first real desert walk. With walking stick in hand I begin what I hope to be a morning routine from now until we turn north. I need to get my walking legs tuned up for all the cobblestone streets in Italy. I don't want to be left behind .....
We had a quiet Sunday afternoon. I tried to capture some of the sights from the past couple of days for my journal. And also experimented with my watercolour pencils doing my first double page sketch of our camp vista.
We will have another day in camp tomorrow before we venture in to Yuma to re-supply. As we have not been here for most of the winter we don't know how much rainfall there has been. It feels warmer than it should be for this time of the year and looks drier than in the past. It will be interesting to see if the desert plants will have had enough moisture to put on the show we saw here last year. We were told by an Arizona Desert Museum employee that southern Arizona is in it's 15th year of what they describe as drought conditions. In the years we have been coming down here we have only seen maybe three years of abundant spring blooms. Despite all these dry conditions it still amazes me to see the extent of colour the desert provides when you take the time to look around.
As we finish dinner a brilliant sunset salutes us, peeking out between the desert floor and a cloud bank. Another good day in the desert is over. We will enjoy a dark, quiet moonless night.
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