A weekend in the desert

We left on Friday with too little water and too many cameras.

Day one

The road in is forty miles of washboard. By the time we reached the camp the light was already going, so we ate standing up and watched the hills turn from orange to purple.

Day two

Up before dawn. The best pictures of the trip came in the first twenty minutes; after that the sun flattened everything and we went looking for shade.

The desert doesn’t care whether you brought a tripod.

I’d go back tomorrow.