Did Martin Luther King Jr. Ever Go To Summer Camp?
Tent? Check.
Sleeping bag? Check.
Air mattress? Check.
Bottled water? Check.
Flask of Jack Daniels Whiskey? Double check.
The jeep is packed with the necessary essentials for a night of desert indulgence and questionable personal habits. Deep in the middle of the Anza Borrego desert, completely sheltered from glaring city lights, where one feels so small against the grand scale of the universe, we’ll light a small fire, cook some steaks, and feel absolutely overwhelmed and insignificant beneath the incredible vastness of time and space.
It’s amazing how absolutely beautiful and intimidating the night sky can be when you’ve spent nearly your entire night life drowning in lights. When one is raised beneath a curtain of light pollution canceling out the stars one can’t help but feel a certain sense of awe standing under a completely unobstructed nighttime sky, with the Milky Way stretching across the heavens and shooting stars streaking towards the distant horizon. It’s a wonderment bordering on a sort of reverence.
Of course, it could all just be the whiskey talking here….
