So I’m back. A short trip to the Anza Borrego desert, only one night of camping (honestly, with the wind trying to pick the tent up, I’m glad we only had to deal with it for one night. Vacation shouldn’t be sleep-deprived.). We saw about a million metal sculptures by Ricardo Breceda…OK, there are apparently only 130 of them, but we saw all of them.
I liked the dinosaurs best…especially the ones where you had to drive way the heck out into the desert to see them. This post is photo-heavy…mostly a picture journal of the trip. The wildflowers were apparently “gone”, but there were plenty of things blooming for me…
I took photos of almost every sculpture we saw, but some of them were definitely better than others. I was amused by the eyelashes…Brecedo definitely likes eyelashes…
Harvester ant holes…we didn’t actually see a lot of wildlife. Even birds were absent the first day, mostly probably because of the crazy winds.
The dinos I liked the best were way off the road. We didn’t see many people out here. This is a newer one…he hasn’t rusted much.
After a while, they all look like they’re dancing.
It’s actually a little frightening seeing these guys and thinking about them wandering around…
Humans would not have survived, I think.
You look tasty, my dear.
These guys were wobbling in the wind. Then again, the bursts were pretty strong.
Definitely all about the teeth.
More flowers…I missed the pink cactus. Never remembered to stop for those.
The details on the skin/hide were kind of amazing.
And all the pieces of metal. Breceda wasn’t an artist until his daughter asked for a T Rex.
Ocotillos were in bloom all over the place.
This thing had a name. Most of his creatures are prehistoric, although honestly, there’s one group that wasn’t on the maps, and we’re pretty sure they’re made up things.
Yup. I brought someone to conquer the angry beasts.
That cloud stayed until sometime in the middle of the night. The winds above must have been competing for air space.
The scorpion…that reminds me…Yup. Scorpions have two eyes on top and 2-5 pairs along the sides. Yick.
So this thing. Not on the map. Big curved claws. Carries its young. Furry as heck. Looks like a cross between a beaver and…something.
Here’s one who fell over…
Making shit up. Don’t know what that is.
The famous serpent, which goes across the road. Awesome. Need that for my yard.
Llama with serpent in background…
Indian Head right near the opening to Indian Head trail.
The caterpillars were around…some much bigger than others. The wildflowers come, then the caterpillars try to eat them all, and then the Swainson’s hawks migrate here to eat the caterpillars. More on the hawks later…
One of the few furry beasts we saw…HUGE ears. The rest we saw were dogs. On leashes.
I swear they’re dancing…
These guys were up a road that was misnamed on the map…
The tortoises were all a little feisty too…
Peccary with babies…
An entire wash of bighorn sheep…which was nice, because we didn’t see any in real life unfortunately.
The wind is still scattering the clouds.
An ironic metal saguaro in the middle of the desert without saguaro.
We were sure it was a cutout from a distance, but it was in fact 3D when we got there…
A ha! A hawk! So we headed out to one of the hawk counting areas and saw a kettle of hawks scared off the ground by three coyotes. These hawks migrate from Argentina to Canada…
There’s the kettle settling back down after being scared up.
I’d never seen so many hawks in one place…over 60 of them flying together.
Camping in the high winds…the ice chest kept the tent from taking off.
The campground was nice and quiet, despite quite a few children. There are bathrooms and showers and running water, and even shelters over the tables. Definitely a nice place to hang out.
The next morning, we were tired from the windy-night’s sleep (or lack thereof), but planned a hike up into Borrego Palm Canyon.
It wasn’t a long hike, but there was some chance of seeing bighorn sheep, plus it was supposed to be pretty. And it was.
It was a bit warm, but bearable.
A stiff breeze (and sometimes serious wind) dried off the sweat as we hiked.
There were plenty of flowers still around.
But the wash was dry…at least down here it was.
As we went up the canyon, there was water. It must go underground at some point.
Still no sign of sheep, but I caught this guy in a photo…
The palms grow naturally here…
When we got to the oasis, there were about 100 6th graders there eating lunch. Wow. So get the hell outta there before they leave! They probably scared off all the sheep.
We’ll have to come back to see them (the sheep. Not the 6th graders).
We took an alternate route down and promptly got lost and were wandering through the wash.
A quail led us back home (not really).
After a change of clothes, some food and drink, and a relatively easy ride home, I took my second shower of the day and fell promptly asleep on the couch. The dog woke me up for her dinner. Mine was a piece of toast. So not motivated to cook!
I couldn’t find my brain for the rest of the night, so I just messed around with the wool projects I have lying around. Tried to organize them and cut stuff out so that I could sew things down, but never found the energy to actually sew.
It was a good, albeit short trip. Maybe there’s a longer one in my future. Who knows? Meanwhile, I have plenty of work to get done here, if I can just get my brain to come online. I’m in recovery mode…