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….
Herman,
You sure know how to distance yourself from the stress incurred from being in a populated place for too long. And that picture is a marvel to look at.
Just got back from camping. Had a great time! One of my friends sure can put away the alcohol. We had to eventually force him into his tent to sleep it off. Ah well, still had a great time!
Sweet photo there. Any details on how you took it? Just a long shutter?
I have to admit this is the sole photo on my blog that I did not take. I’ve been scouring the web trying to find the source, but for the life of me I can’t find it. I’ll be replacing it with one of my own photos if I’m unable to give the original photographer credit.
Ah man! I want my money back.