Sunrise in the desert, outside Tucson, Arizona.
Spring blooms in the desert...like nothing else on earth.
You've got to hit it by early April, or it's all over.
Eating my husband's camp-stove breakfast of herb-spiked eggs and black espresso, with the dog standing eagerly by.
This is, btw, my mum's camping vehicle, not ours. She lets us borrow it for trips where the weather is likely to be iffy. Traversing the territory between Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona in early April is a mixed meteorological bag. Our usual desert camping consists of a two-person desert tent (mostly screen, for maximum ventilation and night-sky viewing) strapped with bungy cords to the top of a roof rack.