Spring in the desert is pure magic. The dusty reds and browns give way to carpets of green, so much green that you forget that you’re in a place that only gets a few inches of rain in a year. Those few inches matter here, in ways you’d never notice in any other climate. The rain brings new life, wildflowers that promise future blooms, and – if you’re lucky – natural pools to play in during the heat of the day.
We slathered on sunscreen and trekked up a creek bed until we came to a waterfall-fed pool surrounded by trees. A rock and a towel became our dressing room, and a flat rock in the sun was our lounge chair. The icy water rinsed away the long drive through the Mojave.
When the sun started to dip behind the canyon walls, we made our way back to the car. As the road came into view, we noticed wild burros ambling through the brush. For a moment we walked behind them, taking photos and admiring their expressive ears, then we raced the sunset back to our camp, ready to end the day with warm clothes and a hot meal.