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.
This week, on a foggy and cold day, a space in my heart opened up for Yatir Forest. I decided it was time for a visit.
There are times when the beauty of the desert lies in the fact that it’s absolutely devoid of the noise of life.
Smooth white rock filled the bottom of the canyon, so soft that it reminded me of foam on top of the ocean.