Neon blue dragonflies flitted from one trailing vine to the next. It felt like we were in a jungle stream, somewhere in South America.
The winter rains had left ever canyon and crevice full of green growth. Miniature butterflies flitted from little orange flowers to little purple flowers.
We set up our tents, built a fire, and drank hot soup. Our desert adventure had just begun.
When you wander off the beaten path, you’re bound to discover the most incredible places.
It felt like walking through a river, but there was no river in sight. Moss and algae grew everywhere. And of course, the flowers.