From the bloggers at Box Canyon Blog.
Anza Borrego State Park is 913 square miles of scorched earth desert. Most casual passers-through find it uninspiring, if not downright hostile. Nothing worth photographing. Nothing to write home about. Nothing to wax poetic over. Just a bleak, sunburnt, sparsely vegetated desert, something to squint at through tinted windshields of luxury SUVs and wonder if Govie was playing a little fast and loose with the word “Park.”
Anza Borrego is a land of extremes. Here it is, barely February, and the sun is brutal… relentless. Temperatures soar into the 80’s, not one merciful cloud in the sky, not a single tree under which to seek shade. By noon Goldie is more dry sauna than camper, it’s thermostat thermometer pegged.
Bobbie’s edgy. I play “Middle Man” every day, till finally, minutes short of being a solo Rv’er, the sun settles behind a range of purple mountains (“Majesty” implied). We shuffle over for Happy Hour with our Gang of “Crips and Bleeders.” Not thirty minutes later, Bobbie and I shiver and whine for blankets.
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