The dawn approaches - a lone coyote howls eager anticipation in the shadows. Tera and I with Napoleon packed up and headed to the Park for our annual (of sorts) mini one-night sojourns. We arrived as the sun was setting and set up camp with our tent and old school foam mattress we've had since we first met back on Aurora Drive.
Sitting at a table, we sip our drinks and listen to the stars move across the sky in perfect harmony. We sleep comfortably - slowly sliding eastward, we only have to reposition once - until the pack of coyotes wakes us. Napoleon is a good camp dog finding the softest spot and snuggling between us until mom takes him for his morning walk. I make coffee and Tera prepares blueberry pancakes with some sweet mandarins for our vitamin C. It is heating up. Looks like a hint of moisture in the east, with a hazy plume of low-lying clouds (smoke?) waiting for the sun to hatch them into cumulus and the sound of summer.
Commuter jets to all points east pass overhead on their ascent out of PSP. That is the only sound except for the ravens scouting out the campgrounds for tasty treats when the visitors depart.
Pancakes are wonderful - always are in the wilderness prepared with love. Afterwards we break camp and enjoy a cold one in the shade of the quartz monzonite and the scrub oak. This desert is parched and very dry here - this place could use a good soak.
Sitting at a table, we sip our drinks and listen to the stars move across the sky in perfect harmony. We sleep comfortably - slowly sliding eastward, we only have to reposition once - until the pack of coyotes wakes us. Napoleon is a good camp dog finding the softest spot and snuggling between us until mom takes him for his morning walk. I make coffee and Tera prepares blueberry pancakes with some sweet mandarins for our vitamin C. It is heating up. Looks like a hint of moisture in the east, with a hazy plume of low-lying clouds (smoke?) waiting for the sun to hatch them into cumulus and the sound of summer.
Commuter jets to all points east pass overhead on their ascent out of PSP. That is the only sound except for the ravens scouting out the campgrounds for tasty treats when the visitors depart.
Pancakes are wonderful - always are in the wilderness prepared with love. Afterwards we break camp and enjoy a cold one in the shade of the quartz monzonite and the scrub oak. This desert is parched and very dry here - this place could use a good soak.