Hiked into Mosaic Canyon and discovered one of the best features of the desert, new friends. Met Mike and Lisa and we decided to meet later over a glass of wine.

Things started to look a little funky along the ridges and soon the trailer was starting to rock. It hit with a vengeance, sweeping across the desert, howling like a coyote, sand storm. We camped just west of the Mesquite Dunes at Stove Pipe wells and the wind decided to move the dunes to our place. Through every crack and crevice it seemed to get into everything. If it wasn't tied down it was gone!

We could barely see our friends camp but wine was at stake. Rosy was out the door like a old desert prospector on the trail of gold, hunched over shuffling over the sand disappearing into the maelstrom. Only dim shapes and a blob of light showed the way. After some wine and laughs it was time to head back to camp. Bent over into the wind and sand we crawled back to our trailer. ha "our trailer" seemed like soon it would belong to the wind and desert . Rocking, groaning, howling and that was just Rosy you should have heard the wind! Unknown to us Lisa's little dog had followed us out the door, I'm sure it went across the desert like a tumble weed in the wind. They found it caked in sand and I'm sure happy to be back. The storm raged most of the night, in the morning some of the tenters were gone along with some of our stuff but we got some new stuff to, gifts from the sand storm.