On Sunday, we took a quick trip out to the desert to stick our toes in the sand dirt.
We ended up south of Anza Borrego in a little town called Ocotillo.
Ben playing a solo game of horseshoes.(My arms just weren't made for sports of that nature)
Chillin' with some Zinfandel
The bar even has parking for RVs and ATVs
Mr. Jones taking a break in the shade
That desert looks pretty bleak to me. If my toes needed sand, I'd use the beach. When I was a kid I lived in El Paso and all I can remember is tumbleweeds EVERYWHERE.
ReplyDeleteTerry
since we live on the water and spend a lot of time at the beach, i guess we enjoy getting AWAY from the coast. sometimes i just want to roll around in the dirt (assuming there are no cacti close by!) ;) as bleak as it may seem, there is something *larger than life* about the desert and mountains.
ReplyDeleteI'll take your word for it, but I really can't fathom someone choosing desert over beaches.
ReplyDeleteTerry
next time we go out to the desert, i'll take pics of the houses. can you believe people actually LIVE out there? and full-time, too!
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