Can you feel it? The heat on your shoulders bearing down, the cool green (or brown) splash of the desert river. The rocking of the boat like a mother’s arms.
Water in the desert. A paradox of the greatest kind. Greens, blues, browns, oranges – all equally intense out here. Where is the next petroglyph? Falcon? Sheep? Where will we hike to? What side canyons will we swim in? On which beach will we play beach games and drink the most magnificent margaritas every made?
Where will I wake up? What stars will I see when I get up in the middle of the night to unleash my margaritas – the perfect excuse for a midnight stroll. What friendships and loves will begin here?