Burros are precious. We didn’t think we were actually going to see them, but we did. The first two were just walking on the side of the road. My mother named them “Hee” and “Haw” like the sound a donkey makes when you put them together. The third was by itself and rolled in the dirt right by the car. It then walked up to my mom’s window, which was open because she was trying to take pictures, and tried to stick his head in the window. Mom screamed and rolled up the window before he could. He just wanted some food. They also make noise at dusk. The first time I heard it, I thought my dog had gotten hurt. Then I realized what it was. You can’t see them in the campground because they have fences and cattle guards to keep them out.
This campground has a few owls and they live right behind our camper. At nighttime, you can hear them hoot at each other. We have seen them a few times and think that they are great grey owls. We found an owl pellet too. Pellets are just regurgitated fur and bones that the owl can’t eat. The one we found was probably a mouse. It had lots of bones and several teeth in it.
We have hummingbirds here and they are probably the biggest hummingbirds I’ve ever seen. Their bodies are bigger than my thumb. We call them attack helicopters because that’s what they sound like when they fly. One of them likes to stick her tongue out a lot. It’s really cute
When you live in the middle of nowhere, you are more likely to find off-the-grid bars. This place that we went to is called Desert Bar, and is a burger stand that is strangely against cheese for some reason and another stand that has more diversity of food. I think there were just two food stands. They had a bar too, and a live band played too. The whole bar is powered by solar panels and they take advantage of the panels by using them as roofing for seating, so the seating is in the shade. There were a couple trails too. Not long enough to be considered hiking, but it was fun. I highly suggest that you go, but very little seating was in the shade so either go in the winter, like we did, or wear lots of sunscreen. Another thing, go early; this place gets packed really fast. There is a five mile dirt road to the bar, and a shorter road just for ATVs.
It is currently the end of March, and the high this week is like 90 degrees. I hate the heat with a passion. Also, the campground that we are staying at charges for electricity so we don’t use the AC. I’m dying slowly please send help.
Mosquitos. I’m pretty sure I don’t need to elaborate on this. The Nasty Needles are just that. Nasty needles. And they got worse throughout our stay.
It’s really dry and my hands are cracking. It doesn’t help that me and my dad get this thing about twice a year where our hands get so dry that they sting and lotion makes them burn. I have been trying to avoid that but the 11% humidity does not help.
There are no colors (other than the flowers and the occasional bright cactus). Everything on the mountain is the same color. I really hate that there is no green too.
The main reason why I hate the desert is because it has the worst bugs. I don’t mean mosquitoes, I mean spiders. And if those weren’t enough, they have crunchy spiders with venomous tails. Scorpions are just as disgusting as spiders.
Everything here is out to kill you.
About two weeks ago, my dad saw an article on scorpion weed and showed it to us. The article warned us about scorpion weed and said that many people try to pick scorpion weed because of the vibrant purple of its flowers, and deeply regret it when the rash starts to itch. It has little fibers all over the stem of the flower that causes rashes that feel similar to poison oak or poison ivy. For sensitive people, it can cause contact dermatitis and severe blistering. Another example for awful things that thrive in the desert and should stay there is the cholla cactus. These things are insanely sharp and have tiny hooks so they are even harder to get out of your skin. At the top of the plant, which at full height is like 6-7 feet tall, little burr like cactus balls grow and fall off and then blow around in the wind until they get stuck. That’s how they plant themselves. My mom got one stuck in her shoe and had some trouble getting in out, and one of my mom’s friend’s kids sat on one. When we went to Joshua Tree National Park we saw a large piece of land covered in them. They also had a first aid kit there. Joshua Tree rangers should probably put a couple more there because people are not smart (literally saw a guy pick one up with his bare hand and then yell when it got stuck).
It’s like 30 minutes to any stores. We are going into Lake Havasu to watch Captain Marvel, but it is a thirty minute drive. The closest Dairy Queen is 20 miles away. We get coupon books for birthdays and I tried to use an “ice cream for dinner” coupon but it got vetoed because it is so far.
In conclusion, I don’t like the desert. In the time that I have been here, the bugs have gotten worse, the heat has spiked, the game room has no AC, burros broke into our campground, my brother and I get excited to go into town because we get two bars of service there, and there are no places to eat except a place across the river, and the only reason we go there is because their happy hour stuff is cheap and the boat rides are free.
That’s all for this post. The #randomfactofthepost needs to be done first. I guess this isn’t really a fact but it does go with the desert theme.
The easiest way to remember the difference between desert and dessert, at least for me, is simple. There are two s’s in dessert because you go back for seconds. If it’s the desert, you only want to go once.