Technically speaking, it’s not a good idea to go traipsing about in the desert alone—but I’m a trained professional. I’m supposed to go do that kind of stuff. Really.
At China Ranch, I walked all over the grounds—so picturesque—and discovered I still don’t like dates.
Away from the rows of palms, I followed an unmarked trail that led me into beautiful, wild desert.
And since I was alone, I got to stop and take all the pictures I wanted without the non-stop background commentary (also known as complaining) from my son about how many pictures I was taking (like one below of a gnarled bit of weathered wood).
One of these days, I’ll make it back to Tecopa and the Date Farm. Maybe next time I'll even bring someone with me.