It’s hard to believe that places like this exist less than three hours from my driveway. Harder to believe yet, people live for decades, if not lifetimes, with this practically in their backyard, never to experience it. If you’ve never had the fortune of taking in the expanse as storm clouds roll across the desert sky, go seek it out. It’s a rare and vast experience, that as with all the best things in life, is not for sale, and therefore can’t be bought, but must be found.
Yet I digress. As magical as rain in the desert can be, nothing compares to the thrill of exploring places both new and old through a new set of eyes. Especially when those eyes belong to your one-year-old baby girl. This past weekend marked my and Josie’s first, of what I hope to be many solo, father-daughter camping trips. Destination: the San Rafael Swell.
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