I’ll be sitting out this year’s hiking season, and I resent that. I’m definitely not the hiking enthusiast that Heather is; I could take it or leave it, more or less. But I nonetheless want the option of backing out of a hike instead of having that decision made for me on account of injury.
Another camping season, another tent…
Heather and I have been camping now just shy of five years, and in that time, we’ve owned four tents.
Jackson Bentley: What is it, Major Lawrence, that attracts you personally to the desert?
T.E. Lawrence: It’s clean.
—Lawrence of Arabia
For T.E. Lawrence (or for Peter O’Toole as T.E. Lawrence, at least), the desert was “clean.” For me, it’s quiet.
It feels strange remembering a dog on a camping blog. I know this isn’t the sort of thing you come here.
But it would be equally strange to let Nabby’s passing go unmentioned on this blog. Whenever I told someone that “We’re campers,” in my mind, “we” always included our dogs.
If you’re camping in the desert, a good, reliable canopy is a must.
Obviously, canopies come in handy for any camping situation and in locales in which temperatures remain below triple digits. But when you’re in the California desert, and the sun finally clears whatever formations have provided you and your fellow campers with merciful morning shade, you’re going to want a canopy to hide under.
I’ll admit it: Hiking isn’t my thing.
Oh, I don’t dislike hiking. I just think there’s a clear winner between getting up at 4 in the morning on a perfectly good Saturday to scale the side of a mountain, returning filthy and sore and spending the day off enjoying eggs benedict and bottomless mimosas on a sun-drenched patio.
Joshua Tree National Park (JOTR) is much like Death Valley in that there were a lot of little roads and trails and other types of vehicle access routes running all over the joint back in the days before it was made a park, and some of those trails still exist today.
California is the best state ever. That’s just a fact. To wit:
This is the only place for me.