When I was a teenager, I decided I liked the Southwest, the desert. My dad brought me a skull from a steer with long horns for my bedroom. One day I came home from school and there was a cactus that he'd dug up and put in a pot.
(Do the designers on HGTV know about my dad?)
I still love the desert. It is stark and beautiful and sunny.
Today after blinking like moles in the light once we landed and emerged in the sunny Palm Springs airport, we rented our car and headed for the hills.
We went to Joshua Tree National Park.
We weren't exactly sure what a Joshua Tree was, but now we know.
There were also a lot of amazing rock formations...
In one part of the park, a lookout, you could see the San Andreas Fault (comforting?!) and Palm Springs and Palm Desert and as far as Mexico.
The desert makes me happy (so does my girl).