Some Reflections On The Desert…

For a long time I had dreamed of spending the winter months down South in the deserts.  My first foray into the desert was years ago.  My first wife and I lived in a smaller, 20’ travel trailer, towed by a ¾ ton van.  We arranged over 3 weeks in our schedules to make the excursion.  We planned on checking out some the places we had read about that fired us up like the Long Term Visitor Areas on the California Arizona border.  You can purchase a pass to spend up to 7 months boondocking in the desert at several large tracts of public land near the Colorado River.  It sounded like a dream come true.  Indeed it was, for a nomadicly inspired couple.  The trip was everything we thought it might be, albeit, too short.

the desert is beautifulThis year my current wife and I decided that we were going to further explore the desert areas in a little more detail.  We were being drawn to Palm Springs as the hub, and the wilderness areas surrounding it.  I constantly was checking the weather statistics and the forecasts to see if the dream of winter warmth and abundant sunshine was a reality.  Everything was checking out, hardly any rain, with the temps in the 60’s and up all winter long.  We intended to spend several months down South this year.

Desert Climate Agreeable

It is my personal belief that we were meant to dwell in comfortable warm climates the year round.  We obviously are ill equipped to handle cold weather without housing and other props, with our lack of fur or hide.  This means a couple of things.  Either we all move to the tropics, probably where we originated, or in the North, we begin to adopt a migratory pattern of living as pointed towards by the snowbirds, RV’ers who migrate South each winter.

The desert climate is indeed everything I dreamed it to be.  Most days were spent in shorts and tank tops or t-shirts if it got cold.  The weather would cloud up occasionally and threaten to rain only to peter out, like we were living across some invisible border that the rain simply couldn’t cross.  Once in a while the rain would actually cross the border, wetting down the place a bit, keeping the dust down.  The plant life would suck up every drop, you could see it!  But the monotonous, nonstop, days on end rain was not making its appearance.

Health Aspects Of The Desert and Migration

trailer and 5th wheel

The Migrating Human...

I believe that the health aspects of being able to migrate at will is largely overlooked as an aspect of the total health picture, but it’s something you can feel when you are able to pull it off.  Now that I’ve got a couple of tastes of it, I want to eat the whole meal.  Of course this means that priority number one is Location Irrelevant Income sources.

A migratory pattern of living in the North during Spring Summer and Fall, then heading to the Southern states to wait out the passing of ice and snow is an obsession in my Life that’s not going away.  In honor of my warmth loving biology, I endeavor to setup my lifestyle to be able to experience just that year after year long before retirement age.

The Life In The Folds

One beautiful and mysterious aspect of the deserts are the lack of trees and other plant life covering the landscape.  It’s like the land is naked with no covering.  The trees that are there, like the mighty Fan Palm, are often and usually hidden in some canyon, or gully that you cannot see with a casual glance.

That was one of the most profound aspects of hiking the deserts and the surrounding mountain ranges.  The folds through which you journey seemed endless, revealing one joy after another, in an endless unfolding.  It goes without saying if you read any of the hikes we did, that stumbling upon an Oasis down in the folds of some ravine, bordered on the magical.

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The very rare, (in the desert), miners lettuce...

The plant life in the desert is built for water conservation, armored by spikes of ingenious construction.  My favorites were the large Barrel Cactus, that grows far up into the mountains like old soldiers guarding the fort.  There are a large number of different interesting spiked varieties as well as the unguarded blooming wildflower.  We even saw some old friends in one Oasis like Miners Lettuce.

The reptiles often reflect the plant being covered with spiky looking scales.  Some of the lizards were larger than anything I’ve ever seen in the North like the Desert Iguana.  If you haven’t been a traveler of the desert, when you get the chance to see them, they will be unlike anything you’ve ever viewed.

For those who value solitude, you can find it in abundance in the desert.  The tracts of open land are indeed vast, and the lack of plant life makes them seem even more so.  You can truly get lost out there, just don’t forget the water, or you may not be coming back.  The population is concentrated in certain areas around water sources like springs, oasis water and the like.  The mountains as we have said in the Palm Springs area and Joshua Tree border on the spectacular.

Coming Back!

Just as we had hoped, the desert is an exceedingly beautiful place, with a climate to match.  The dream of migrating to the South and spending the cold winter months each year is indeed a reality to be had.  There is so much down South just in California, it boggles the mind.  We came back a bit early as business called; in further years, we will probably stay until May, and then begin the journey North.

If you find yourself wanting to avoid the winter blues and live in America, schedule or arrange some time for some desert exploration.  You may find yourself as we do, spending all your time figuring out a way to make it a permanent reality to make seasonal migrations.  Now on to figure out how to wild plant the wilderness down South…

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Shock and Awe?!?

About Face!

Sorry about the bit of silence as of late!  Unfortunately for us, our time at the desert has been cut short.  Business obligations have prompted us to drive back to our home town of Nevada City, California.  We use the term home town loosely of course, as we no longer have any obligation to it as “home”.  Rather, a large number of friends and contacts live there, so we still have some ties to the area.  Home, of course, is where we park it, Anywhere U.S.A.

image of a very sunny desert

Leaving memories of abundant sunshine...

We drove up from Palm Springs starting late in the afternoon on a spur of the moment decision.  I drove well into the night, plotting my route by the rest stops going up Highway 5.  I drove till I couldn’t take it anymore, then pulled into the rest stop South of Los Banos, California.  The rest stops on Highway 5 are very busy, and filled with truckers at night time.  They feel safe considering the amount of traffic going in and out, but they’re noisy!  Other more remote rest stops may not be a good choice, as I’ve heard bad things about the dangers of staying in them.  We passed out around 1:30 a.m, then got up around 6:00a.m. and took off.

Shock and Awe?!?

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Nightmare visions of the "home" town filled my head...

We arrived in Nevada City to the greetings of a major storm.  We were getting used to the desert climate where it may cloud up and threaten to rain, then only releasing a few drops was nice.  Not so here, rain nonstop and COLD!  Please don’t let it snow!  One minute your pores are used to being wide open, and the next clamped down tight.

The weather coming back this quickly, has been quite the contrast.  We were getting used to dwelling in the 70’s-90’s consistently, wearing tank tops and shorts daily, or even less.  The desert was everything we heard about as far as climate in the winter months.  I think everyone in North America, should abandon the cold, barren Northern areas and head to the southern areas of California, Arizona, Texas, Florida and the like.  Lack of vitamin D in winter is a real problem.  For an added bonus, we could all coordinate planting projects down South perhaps starting on the “public lands”, but that’s a whole different series of posts…

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Independence Trail Parking, I like that name...

April is always a dicey month as far as inclement weather up here.  The recent  forecast is changing though, with the weather clearing at least a few days and the highs climbing into the 70’s.  Perhaps it’ll be warm enough to do some dunking in the ice cold Yuba River.  That is something we’ve been missing, the abundance of wild water to jump in and cleanse off the old dirty, mis-aligned aura.

Fast Forward

the trailhead at Independence trail

Independence Trailhead...

The promise of warm weather was true!  First on the agenda was to go check out the conditions at the south Fork Yuba River.  I started the day with a run at the Independence Trail for old times’ sake.  We’ve been living in this area for years so know it real well, almost too well.  I find that if you dwell in one place too long, especially immersed in routine, you can begin to go numb to the beauty over time.

view of the yuba river and bridge

The South Yuba almost feels like home...

The South Fork Yuba though, is just as we left it, exceedingly beautiful, life giving and refreshing as ever, even through these jaded eyes.  After the run, I hiked up the river to one of my favorite hangouts and proceeded to get into my birthday suit to prepare myself psychologically for a polar bear dunk or two or three.  Mind you, the water temperature is pretty cold right now, like numb in 15 seconds, as its coming down from the snow capped Sierra Nevada’s above.  A couple of dunks later and some potent sunshine set things better than new!  The mental lift never fails to amaze me, thus the power of some full bodied Sun, some Air circulation from running, and some cleansing wild water!

view of my pack and shoes on rock

Time to dunk and revive!

Onwards and Upwards

We had initially planned on staying in the desert until May, but still have some obligations in our lives, but no complaints overall.  Looks like further travels will be from up North for now.  We anticipate the snow melts and plan to fallow them up in elevation landing in the upper Sierras for the warm summer months.  Stay tuned…

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Where There Is No Vision…

“Where there is no vision, the people perish”. – Proverbs 29:18

Hmmm, I seem to have hit a nerve.  I received a comment today that I just had to share with everyone.  It is a beautiful example of how much work we have ahead of us.  It is a perfect illustration of the degree to which we have descended into the Matrix, unable to see through the tightly woven net.  Of course, I do set myself up for this type of criticism with the type of material I post, but it’s too late for that.  Thoreau would have received the same or worse; it goes with the terrain.  In light of that I shall be featuring quotes from Thoreau throughout this post for some fun.

The quote I received in response to Jobs Are A Poor Substitute For Living, is as follows unedited:

You really need to stop begging for money…that’s just freeloading for the thing that you claim you are rejecting. What do you need money for? If you need it, why don’t you find a better way to get some. Maybe you could work for it and actually produce a product or service that someone wants and is willing to pay for. Maybe you could trade it for hides or blankets or pemican. I don’t see what you’ve delivered that is valuable to me, and I won’t donate a cent to your lazy, uneducated, mooching leeching life. You need to take your nomadic uninspired and unspirational lifestyle out to the desert and leave the rest of us alone without you until you decide to adapt to a better way…the 21st century

Whoa, I could have suppressed this for my own good, but then as I thought about it, it offered good conversational possibilities.

“Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.” Thoreau

To begin with I am not begging for money.  I am asking for donations in exchange for offering vision, my true job, to listen to, and write down that which is lost and buried in the “21st” century.  Most people are simply too busy, or stressed out to take time for nature.  Last I looked I simply could not find:

“Needed: Dreadlocked Paradise Builder.  Must be able to spend a great deal of time in nature wild planting tonic herbs, fruit, nuts, and building nomadic Paradise and Freedom on Earth for ALL”.  If that job were available, or offered in college I would have been the first in line to apply.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”  Thoreau

I work very hard at what I do.  I spend a great deal of my time working climbing up mountains of size, breathing deeply pure, energized, clarifying air, jumping into wild waters, learning the skills of foraging from the Earth.  It takes great strength and stamina to cast off the nets of misguided opinions, and stride out into nature to hear HER voice, and bring back clear vision to broadcast to you.  I worked countless hours trying to think of a way to convey to you that your job may ultimately be ripping you off.  THAT is my service.

“To have done anything just for money is to have been truly idle”.  Thoreau

Your suggestion of offering a product or service is comical.  I cannot sell the Sun, Air, Water, and Earth.  I can paint a vision of a world whereby we honor the Forces of Life firstly.  The need for money comes from the masses perpetuating a usury based myth between themselves.  I cannot battle a huge population that believes in and demands payments for mere existence, or even death.  I tried to do without money in the past, and got myself in a lot of trouble.

“It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?”  Thoreau

Herein lies the conundrum.  If I could exist in this world without money I would.  I don’t feel it is serving us at all, more a distraction;  the same goes with working repetitive, monotonous, life destroying jobs, and I use this forum to question it and look for a better way WE can do things.  Most jobs people work are completely unnecessary.  The barrier is that in the modern century we have become nearsighted as regards our collective vision…

“There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living”.  Thoreau

For instance in our recent past, we existed in a state of higher health without heart disease, cancer, diabetes and all the other degenerative diseases.  They are purely a product of our modern lifestyle.  Somehow though in the present “modern” time, we have forgotten that, and now to be a doctor is a noble profession.  In reality, we don’t need them, nor the hospitals, the needle manufacturers and so on.

“It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know”.  Thoreau

This extends to most “jobs” people waste their precious lives doing.  Lawyers are only necessary to quell silly disputes over “property ownership”, and other artificiality’s, law enforcement is only required to keep a lid on people who are agitated and out of control from the loss of personal autonomy; don’t get me started on politics or religion.

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation”.  Thoreau

If I go and pick apples off a wild fruit tree or picking miners lettuce for a salad, I’m doing a mass of people a favor by my self sufficiency.  I’m saving the underpaid farmer, the illegal immigrant fruit pickers, the cardboard delivery box makers, the trucker driving it to markets, the produce stockers, the plastic bag manufacturers making bags to put it in, the cashier taking the money, the manager of the store, etc.

“Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul”.  Thoreau

In my scheme of things, jobs are lost, but personal freedom and autonomy is gained.  We all will have to work maintaining our rigs, and the roads and trails to travel on.  We have to have responsibility for creating a wild food supply that grows itself, so we can roam.  Ultimately by doing these things together, with a common vision of the real necessities that make this Life worth Living, (Sun, Air, Water and Earth), we take care of each other, FOR REAL.

“Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind”.  Thoreau

I am not ignoring the positive aspects of the 21st century, namely, autonomous transportation possibilities leading to expanded nature experiences for the individual, global communications and thought sharing such as this dialogue, breaking down borders, and sensory extension through telescopes, microscopes and the like enabling us to get a picture of what this universe is.

“Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them”.  Thoreau

I am a great advocate of miniaturizing ALL of it though to the space of a good sized RV, and advocate one for every family, or couple free of charge, except that we all go out and work the landscape, our common home.  We should ramp up the self sufficiency aspects more by integrating hydrogen splitting facilities for propulsion, hydroponic growing systems for onboard food production and so on, so we can take care of OURSELVES, instead of enslaving each other to work for us.

“Wealth is the ability to fully experience life”.  Thoreau

I feel I’ve given you immeasurable value, in essence I’ve offered you your own freedom.  Of all the things you read on the net, or opinions you will encounter in a typical work day, what I offer is completely absent from the conversation, yet the thing you probably need to hear the most.  I am looking out for your very Life.  I should get paid handsomely, certainly more than Muhtar Kent, the CEO of Coca Cola, who is poisoning America to the tune of $18,813,013, his 2009 salary.

“It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.”  Thoreau

Therein lies the problem expressed by your comment, and I appreciate you for expressing it.  We can’t go to Paradise, which is Freedom for All, until we all go to Paradise.  Each one of us has become an impossibility that has to be resolved for U.S. to go through the gates.  I can open the door, but until we all put down our arms and take those first baby steps.

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn. (Think Like The Sun).  Thoreau


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