It’s winter now, a full three months since I left Joshua Tree, and all I dream of is the desert.
I’ve always only thought of myself as a city person. I longed for the crush of buildings, the noise, the chaos of a crowd of people. New York, London, Rome, Paris, Chicago, LA, any city at all, I was ready to devour it. Then, this year, I visited the desert and found a new hollow part of my heart that wants to be filled with not just canyons and cactus and dust, but also mountains, starry skies, and wide open places. A dry, hot visit to Sonoma in June gave me a taste, but driving around this otherworldly place where the Mojave and Colorado Deserts meet, threw the door wide open, enchanting me with strange landscapes, dark dark nights, and a hot, unrelenting sun.
Today, I’m skiing in Yosemite, attempting to embrace winter and the hygge we’ve all been reading about, but for the next two weeks I’ll be sharing photos from Joshua Tree, a little peek into my desert dreams.