Liz Meyer Recent rains and a balmy February made this an opportune time to go desert camping. Forests of ocotillos, in full green; hillsides covered with red barrel cacti; robust smoketrees in the washes, and an overall hint of green on the desert confronted me on all sides as I left I-10 and began the 8 miles of dirt road that ended in the Mecca that is Corn Springs. Petroglyphs tell of a thriving oasis in times passed, a dying oasis indicates a hard modern era.
What a perfect place to camp! Although thousands of cars pass by the Corn Springs turn-off on I-10 every day, one can find nature and solitude just 8 miles away. I am camped right on the ledge of the main canyon wash. Three older men are the only other campers, so I went over and introduced myself and the dogs to them, and they offered me a beer 😊. It being only three P.M., I declined, but told them I would bring a glass of wine and join them this evening. They like dogs.
Life is good. Love, Liz and
