I spent memorial day weekend taking in the alien landscape of the Mojave Desert. Climbed up and over giant boulders that looked like the crumbling ruins of Easter Island statues to take in sunsets that painted the sky in garish technicolor rainbows. Watched bats zigzagging through the air at dusk, saw more stars than I've ever seen in my life, and found myself humbled by the silence and stillness. The desert is a perfect microcosm of the beauty and harshness in the world.
