Crossing the Desert, May 29

Hwy 395 in California is beautimous.  That is where I saw the rainbow, and yes, that was a for-real picture, as true as photos ever are.  I didn’t mess with it. Honest.  Funny how people used to think photos were true.  Now, with Photoshop, everyone assumes they are lies of some kind.  (Well, usually they are, but so they always were!)

But scenic highways must end. And I found myself in a small dust storm whipped up by the wind on the Mojave River.  Then Barstow, an economy motel on the old Hwy 66.  At least that is what the townsfolk said.  The motel was run by a sweet Indian couple with a new baby.

And the bed, the bed, a shower and a good night’s sleep!

Early start before things got too hot.  Stopping at every rest stop to exercise.  There was a profusion of desert wild flowers, but the siting I enjoyed was of two hawk nestlings in a palm tree.  They didn’t mind that their home was a non-native species.  They  were patiently waiting for FOOD.

Baby hawks waiting for food
Baby hawks waiting for food

They waited for Mom.  Oola and I had to move on.

Oola has been reading ‘The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.  She commented on the part where Little Prince asks him to draw a sheep.  I know that Antoine was a little too busy to draw a sheep, so he drew the box that the sheep was in.

Oola asked me how deep the Grand Canyon is, and could I draw a picture of it. I’ve seen only pictures of the Grand Canyon, but not wishing to disappoint her on either point, I made this cartoon for her.

grand canyon cartoon
The Grand Canyon for Oola

I told her that the astronauts like to take pictures of the Canyon from outer space.  And that it is very deep.  So deep that it goes all the way through the earth and you can see the stars on the other side.  Oola liked that.  She said that the clouds were ok too.  And she liked the little mountains on the edges.  But she thought I should have put in some fiords.

More about the Grand Canyon tomorrow.

By jandove


1 comment

  1. Waiting to hear your impressions of the Grand Canyon. Many are disappointed, as they expect Mother Nature in the form of Disneyland or the latest Hollywood movie. It is earth, stone, minerals, plants…with a great slice in the desert landscape. It requires that one spend time walking around, sitting and looking, walking or riding a donkey on the narrow, and at times hair-raising
    trail to the bottom. From the bottom looking up is where the power
    of the landscape is found. May the Power be with you.


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