Luke is going to Korea to slave away in the salt mines of English teaching. His one request was that we take a camping trip in the desert before we left.
Consider said request fulfilled.
Dustin picked me up Saturday morning. Then we swung by Luke's grandparents' place to pick him up. Then we slipped through LAX and picked Lem up. And then we were on our way!
We arrived in Lancaster around lunch time, so we pulled off the freeway for some Thai food. Then we stopped by the road at some ruined houses for photo-taking. Then we at Red Rock Canyon State Park. Where we spent the night. And had a fire. And had hobo dinners with salmon.
Also, fire-roasted potatoes are awesome. And roasting marshmallows pre-soaked in gin.
In the morning I took a walk before dawn to check the visitor's center's patch of cottonwoods for migrants. Just a few orioles, warblers and Lincoln's Sparrows had dropped in over night. The highlight of the morning was probably stumbling on a Sage Sparrow's nest.
On the way home, we stopped by the California Poppies in the Antelope Valley. The spectacle was spectacular, but perhaps surpassed by the wonder of seeing hundreds of people wandering around in these vibrant orange fields. The preserve itself was so packed we couldn't get in!
Luke put up pictures on his flickr.
I put up pictures on my flickr.
Lem should put up pictures on his flickr.
Dustin didn't take any pictures. Tsk.
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