I love watercolour skies, especially above places I might never see again.
After finishing up our exploration at the Salton Sea and leaving the riot of color that was Salvation mountain, we headed back to Joshua Tree to finish up the day. We didn’t do any of the trails, having been drained by the intense heat of the day but we managed to pack in a good few stops at all the turnouts and scenic spots, over on the Mojave Desert side of the park (near the West Entrance to the park). You know me though, I always leave plenty to do for when I return, so no sad feelings for oppertunities lost.
It was a different kind of place, almost a different park it felt like, than the one we’d left in the morning. Couldn’t quite put my finger on it- maybe it was the fact that there were less people wandering around, making the odd quiet that had descended all that more prominent. There was only the sound of the occasional car and the wind gently blowing warm across the desert landscape out there among the Joshua’s and it was like a dream. I’d love to come back to stay into the night and watch the skies light up with different colors and watch them fade back into daytime again, but even if I don’t get a chance for many years yet, that odd magical twilight time we spent there will tide me over till then.