Sometimes Erik does what I want too. This was our third Christmas together. Kind of a big deal for me seeing as how I don't have the best track record for sticking with things. People included. I wanted to celebrate by sending out Christmas cards of my makeshift little family.
|Yeah, her name is Kitten. When she adopted Erik, he never expected her to stay and 7 years later still hasn't named her.|
Saturday December 22, 2012
Erik and I are back in Valley of Fire, NV. He went off about an hour ago to shoot the stars. I've stayed behind to keep the fire going. Which really means, to drink the wine. While sitting here staring at the fire, I saw a shadow moving about 5 feet away from me. I assumed it was a squirrel. I turn on my headlamp and shine it on the biggest mother-loving squirrel I've ever seen.
I don't know what the hell this thing is and I'm scared. So naturally, I jump up and aggressively stagger towards it. My stagger isn't nearly as intimidatingly aggressive as I assume because this creature doesn't budge. Just stands there watching me until I lose the game of chicken and stop about a foot away.
It blinks at me once and I realize it's a fox. It realizes I'm a ridiculously inept human and runs off the way it came, probably worried that I would infect it with rabies.
Erik still isn't back.
Sunday December 23, 2013
Badwater Death Valley, CA
|As desolate as I remembered.|
|Only this time, it wasn't under water due to a fluke flooding. And although it was just for a day, the world was my own personal salt lick.|
|Since there are rarely other people around to snap a photo for us, we don't take many shots of the two of us together. It's cool though. I got it covered.|
|Guess who got bored?|
|But then the sun FINALLY rose...|
|And it was phenomenal.|
Which explains why, in the middle of the night last night, I woke up because he scooped his arm over me and snuggled me in.
It made my heart ache.
Monday December 24, 2012
So here we are. Christmas Eve. 80 miles from civilization on a desert playa where rocks move of their own accord which scientists have yet to explain.
Our only neighbors are a Dutch couple in an FJ Cruiser listening to what sounds like Eddie Vedder on a ukelele.
It's currently 10:15pm at The Racetrack, Death Valley.
Some shitty tourist decided they wanted a couple of souvenirs to take home to collect dust on their mantle until they tired of them and tossed them out. Please, people, when you go to National, State, or any other kind of park, take photos, admire the beauty around you but for the love, DON'T BE A SHIT FACE AND LEAVE IT AS YOU FOUND IT!!!!!! Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
Wednesday December 26, 2012
It's the day after Christmas and we woke up in Alabama Hills to a few inches of snow. It was stunningly beautiful and simply breathtaking.
As beautiful as the scenery is, something even more beautiful has transpired this morning. For the first time in my 36 years, I've pooped in the wilderness. It felt so incredibly liberating and ohhh the sweet relief. I was so excited I ran back to the camper to get my camera. I took a picture then hiked out to where Erik was shooting. He did not appreciate it like he should have. He glanced at it, made a face and his only comment was, "You need more fiber".
I was not to be deterred because it was GLORIOUS. Like a perfectly formed dollop of chocolate soft serve with a cute little peaked top and all.
|Behold it's glory!!! Side note, I made the picture as small as I could. For that, you're welcome.|
As I was frantically lathering up before the hot water ran out, the thought crossed my mind that there were probably hidden cameras that I'd neglected to check for. At this point, I was so tired of my greasy hair being plastered to my skull, I didn't care if an entire tribe of Paiute dudes enjoyed a circle jerk thanks to my debut as an unwitting voyeur star.
I'm clean. I have a newly opened bottle of Merlot, and Erik is making us braised beef with red potatoes for dinner.
Life is good.
The last time Erik and I went to Bishop, he took me on a hike to see ancient Native American petroglyphs and I refused to tell anyone how to get there. THIS IS WHY!!!!
Luckily, there are more they didn't get and Erik braved the frigid night air to capture this amazing shot.
Friday December 28, 2012
Now we're at the Eureka Sand Dunes. The only thing of any consequence that has happened today is seeing a fighter jet zoom by overheard a couple of times. It was flying lower than the 700 ft. sand dune. The pilot banked hard and we could actually see him. Erik steadfastly refused my encouraging suggestions to moon him.
My excitement for camping is definitely waning. I'm getting pretty sick of squatting in the desert to pee and not being able to wash my hands. Isn't this how half of Europe was practically wiped out in the 40's? Or maybe I'm thinking of Hitler.
Maybe I'll feel better after dinner and some wine.
Because unlike Hitler, wine makes everything better.