Gallery: What A Desert Road Trip Looks Like in Spring
- Category: Adventures
- on Fri May 18, 2012
- by Mark Stephens on Fri May 18, 2012 - (4) Comments
Every once in a while, I have to usurp your screen for a moment with a run down of the antics of a short but exceptionally fun adventure trip I take, sadly, without my family. Complex schedules affect all families, so sometimes I "get" to take a weekender without my wife and daughter. It's both a blessing and a curse.
It's amazing, really, how bored I can feel without my family around. Believe it or not, I actually craved the presence of my daughter, even though she's a notorious little interrupter with an historic case of little-miss-can't-be-wrong syndrome much of the time. Part of this could be because I forgot my iPod at home and had no tunes the whole time. I know, First-World problems, eh?
On the other hand, my friend Bobby and I just cruised around on desert roads with not much planning, exercising all the freedom that comes with traveling solo. For the first time in a long time we pointed the bumpers down the nastiest, narrowest, overgrownest tracks in the desert for no other reason than just to see where they went. There's no drama or danger, just the rudimentary thrill of adding more pinstripes down the sides of the truck.
Still, we found some peculiar things that left us with more questions. Like strange old stone buildings with nothing more than burned trash and a few irritated bats inside, bright short-lived flowers impossibly bursting from the concrete-like ground, and deep craggy canyons striped with a line of green cottonwoods clinging to the little trickle of water that wouldn't even register a sign of life if it were some place like the Sierras or British Columbia. But in the desert, the smallest amount of water makes miracles.
We stopped at one of my favorite roadside Mexican food joints that's only found out beyond the city and on a two-lane highway at a hundred-year-old copper mining town. As we waited to order, Bobby overheard the girl at the register answer the phone, "Burger House, how can I help you?" he cast me a disgusted look of are you serious about this, Stephens? We came to get Mexican food at a place called Burger House? It was 10:30 in the morning and only a seat or two available.
"Trust me on this. It's 10:30 and the place is packed. Add it up." It's true, this is one of the tastiest places to stock up on panza llena corazón contento.
So here you go, the photos of a fun, if awfully (full of awe) quiet, trip to another blank space on the map to shoot photos, grill steaks on a campfire and drink a few too many PBRs late into the night.