By Bob Difley
Before my wife, Lynn, and I became homeless and unemployed (the definition of a fulltimer) we stoically endured the interminable winter rains, piercing cold, dark nights that lasted too long and the hours of daylight far too brief. Toneless gray skies and leafless trees had us longing for spring even before the last of the autumn leaves had fluttered away.
We joined the growing ranks of fulltimers on a gray November day, now almost eighteen years ago. Before you could say “continuing rain and high winds” we had flapped our proverbial wings and joined the migrating flock of snowbirds heading south for the dry, warm, sunny desert.
Though we escaped most of the rain and cold, the colorless grays and browns of the desert floor took their place. Sunlit days were still too short. The sun never seemed to rise overhead and started to set before I really got going. Even though the blue-skied days more often than not reached into the 60s, we still looked forward to Mother Nature’s reawakening from her winter slumber.
When spring eventually grabs a foothold the desert transforms itself into multiple shades of green as lifeless, woody plants sprout tiny leaves. Miniature yellow blossoms erupt on the creosote bushes. Chuparosa, brittlebush, and indigo bush burst with red, yellow, and purple blooms.
My winter eyes were rewarded when delicate wildflowers, like the showy, white Ajo lillies, appearing frail and defenseless, awakened and tentatively poked their heads out into the sunlight. Soon the brilliant orange California and Mexican poppies, bright yellow desert marigolds, soft blue lupine, and red Indian paintbrush turned the desert into a kaleidoscope of living color.
Fortunately for us dedicated boondockers, backroads and public open lands enable us to venture out and enjoy the solitude of the desert and to pursue the visual treats of its spring rejuvenation.
This is when we shake winter’s cobwebs from our heads, flush and fill and charge and stock and take off to the boonies where we can camp out on the vast expanse of the desert floor. New life explodes all around us, carpets of sand verbena, birdcage evening primrose, and prickly poppy carpet the rolling dunes and creep up bajadas on the slopes of craggy gray mountains.
Beds of blue phacelia hide in the shade of palo verde trees, and cacti proudly display their colorful, neon-vivid flowers. The red-tipped spines of the barrel cactus are easily spotted, but it takes a keen eye to find the little fish hook cactus that often hides close to rocks or in crevices.
After a day of exploring my limitless surroundings what better way to end the day than to watch the setting sun paint the evening sky’s whispy clouds with hues of yellow deepening to orange, and burgundy. No intruding lights dim the galaxy’s star show, and until the moon sets, it hangs like a universal night light illuminating the floor around me in its soft natural glow, with only the yipping of coyotes to break the sound of the desert silence.
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