At first glance, besides the initial "This is a little diorama of what Egypt must look like!" reaction, the Mesquite Sand Dunes does not look that expansive. Treading through it, one realizes how retarded and pompous that notion is. It's an amazing antidote to a long car ride, and we had souvenir sand in our sneakers for days. That tiny ant in the third image is C, journeying through Tatooine, while H and I refused to budge any further.
Cool fact about Nevada's Longstreet Inn and Casino > there is a mini park in the backyard, where mallards are not shy about their addiction for dried GMO corn tidbits. Also, little boys can purchase, quarter by quarter, loyalty from aquatic avians.
The next time you're in the Mojave Desert, check out the pieces at the Goldwell Open Air Museum - my favorite is Albert Szukalski's interpretation of the Last Supper, a beautifully eerie line of shrouded figures in pure white. A few dilapidated homes were off to the side, and the decaying contents were pretty fascinating. And just down the road is...
The ghost town of Rhoylite propspered briefly from 1904 - 1916, due to the popularity of the Montgomery Shoshone ore mine. The remnants of a Miner's Union Hall, grocery store, 250-pupil schoolhouse, and bank flank the main road. Off to the side, a small police station stands a few clicks away next to a brothel (!). The buildings' stones are the same color as the surrounding sand, and appealed greatly to the minimalist in me.
H, in a school-made Indian headband, pretty much sat in every natural crevice we could find during our short hike at Golden Canyon (No. 9), and I oohed over the burnt orange crest of the Red Cathedral. He couldn't hack the the one mile trail with his small legs, so I piggy-backed him back after about three quarters of the way.
On our way back to the parking lot, we saw a pretty fearless, and most likely hungry, coyote. H started running, with the intention to pet it, before he heeded my "STOP!" I was already dressing his maul wounds (DIY, torn strips of my cardigan) in my mind. Such is one of the million thoughts that flash in the mind of a parent whose animal-loving child has no discernment over the domesticated and the wild. And... breathe.
The coyote stayed pretty close until he realized he had to be somewhere, and then moseyed off. Such a gorgeous, non-child-eating creature.