Dusty Desert Dilemmas

My husband and I have a dilemma. He REALLY likes to ride dirt bikes, and I REALLY don't like the desert.

I mean, don't get me wrong. There's a certain austere beauty about the desert that I love. And the "photographer" in me (not that I claim to be a photographer...hence the quotes) is intrigued by how the desert can be captured on camera. 

I just don't like the "vibe" of the desert. I don't really know how to explain it other than that. I guess I just feel like it's not "my thing." Not that it's my husband's "thing" either. He just really likes to ride his dirt bike.

This "attitude," as my husband likes to call it, is probably a remnant of my high school days.  I went to Santana. For Santee natives, that's enough said. For those who do not call East County, San Diego their home...let me explain. When I was in high school, the "desert culture" was a major trend. I'm talking lifted trucks, naked women silhouette decals, platform sandals, flared nails...you get the picture. Let's just say I was less than appreciative of this trend in high school. In fact, I hated it. Like, REALLY hated it. But hey...I'm adult now, and my lingering teenage aversion to the desert needs to be addressed. So, I'm working on it.

And because I'm working on it, I agreed to go this weekend.
But if I'm honest, only because my mom and my sister agreed to go too!

It was fun. And hot. And the boys (both big and small) had a blast...that's the important part.

We didn't let the less-than-ideal locale discourage the Easter festivities. The boys enjoyed coloring Easter eggs, and even had an Easter egg hunt in the trailer. It was pretty radical.

I loved this part of the day...right as the sun was going down. The air was still hot, the orange clouds were beautiful, and the dusty boys were content after a long day of riding. It was almost magical.

You wanna know something not so magical?

Me. Camping. Minus my normal morning routine.

Ain't I a sight?