Things that are sharp and pointy and aren't my nose
OK, I have to admit: today was a pretty damned good day. We slept in, read your comments, ate mind-blowing apricots, sorted through several hundred of our books--I found my missing copy of Persuasion and a little novella called Mrs. Caliban that had apparently snuck behind the gardening manuals in 1999--and then had some lovely, lovely nekkid time. I'm nearly convinced that there is a cyclical component to my libido, as it also happens to be right around ovulation time. That nature, it likes to reproduce. Not that there's an icicle's chance in the underworld and all, yeah, I know, but shit, we might as well. Especially when we actually want to.
Oh, and then there was this: I got an interview! Friday! 11:00 a.m.! For a job! Well, not exactly a job--more of a contract, actually, and it's a good hour's commute. One-way. But still!
Since I'm feeling so damned chipper and exclamatory, I thought I'd post a few pictures from our trip. Or maybe a slew.
Dashing Ocotillo flower, Joshua Tree
Jeff, visibly irritated that I am making him stand in front of an Ocatillo in the midafternoon desert sun.
The cacti were more obliging. Cholla flower, Joshua Tree
And they look neat and skeletal when they’re dead.
More cholla, but with bug! (Not a self-portrait. Just to be clear.)
There were thousands and thousands of them. They are well protected. If you touch one, you will be sorry. Trust me.
Betcha thought we'd never get around to showing a Joshua tree, eh? Ha! Joshua trees grow just half an inch per year. There is one that is thirty feet tall. My head hurts when I try to do the math. More trivia: Did you know that Joshua trees are a member of the yucca family, and are surrounded by other varieties--the Mojave yuccas--that are also very groovy?
Deserted backroad with thousands of lupines, Sequoia National Park
Lizard confab, Hospital Rock, Sequoia.
Your basic tourist shot of Jeff with General Sherman, the world's biggest living thing. There's a branch about 130 feet above the base of the trunk that is seven feet in diameter. A branch. No joke.
King's Canyon National Park. This place is too surprising, too impressive and too humbling for me to get on film. Mostly I just put the camera aside and goggled, mouth open, muttering "oh my god" and "whoa" every few seconds. Picture a lush, narrow valley between sheer towering granite cliffs several thousand feet high, waterfalls rushing down their sides, ringed behind with snow-capped alps. On a clear, mild day. At sunset. With nobody around for miles. Then add a roaring, crystalline river, and swathes of wildflowers in white and periwinkle and yellow and red and pink and purple.
Like this one, multiplied by thousands.
OK, that’s it. Except for a little more trivia: California contains 1) the tallest living thing on earth (coast redwood), 2) the biggest living thing on earth (giant sequoia), and 3) the oldest living thing on earth (bristlecone pine), along with both the highest (Mt. Whitney) and lowest (Death Valley) points in the contiguous 48. It is also the only state that houses all eight types of the world’s primary ecozones. And with all of that, is it too much to expect that it could hold just one common little ten-fingered thing for me? Just one?
p.s. Anybody else figure this means what I think it means? Yep, that kid's gonna have one prize-winning squint.