Saratoga Springs is a natural spring in Death Valley National Park. It’s located near the South East entrance.
I took a lot of photos during our Mother Day’s camping trip. I’m just now slowly starting to go trough them. This marsh land feels unreal, when everything around you is so dry that your own tongue feels like sandpaper in your mouth, no matter how well you hydrate.
There is something magical, and enticing about the Mojave Desert. It’s hard to put your finger on exactly what it is. It’s just like something from another world.
“Only if you have been in the deepest valley, can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain.” – Richard M. Nixon
Death Valley happens to be the lowest, hottest, and driest National Park in the US.
I hope you enjoyed these photos. Next post will be about the sand dunes in Death Valley. Stay tuned…
Welcome to our weekly coffee date! How are you doing? How did this week treat you? I hope it’s a good one so far. I love Friday’s! The weekend is here, and it’s going to be a good one. The week has been so incredibly good so far, that I expect the weekend to follow suit.
Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)! Grab a cup of coffee and share with us!
I’m usually happy, and feel good, but this week my energy levels have been super high, and I’ve just felt on top of my world – THE WHOLE WEEK. My natural reaction to that is gratitude, productivity, and a search for new meaningful projects…well..the one “project” that I’ve really missed since moving here is to have a horse. Hold your horses (pun intended..) I did not buy a horse this week, but I did spend time looking at horses online.
It would be doable to board a horse, if I really wanted to. It’s been a hole in my soul, not having a horse. Since I was two years old being around horses have been crucial for my well being. As a child, and an adult it’s been my foremost zen strategy, that have kept me grounded throughout life. The first months without horses last fall, I grieved my horses, but now it’s been 10 (VERY LONG) months, and my heart has room for a new horse. Would I? Could I? Should I? I don’t know. I’ve never had a horse in a city. There’s plenty of boarding facilities, some with access to trails. I do know that my heart will let me know when the time is right. I miss riding, and I miss sharing my passion with my daughter. I also miss just spending time with my horses; grooming them, taking them for walks, learning new things together. I doubt that I will look at any horses this weekend (or maybe I will,) but I’ve been thinking a lot about getting a horse this week. I’m not kidding myself, it’s totally not the most practical thing to do, while living in the city, and being a single mom..I would totally do it for my own sanity. The best times I’ve had in my life have all included horses, in one way, or another.
I still have have some photos from last weekends camping trip to Death Valley to edit, and upload to my gallery. I’m going to spend some time doing that this weekend, and I’m definitely going to do some reading. I’ve started to read Louis L’Amour’s books. I finished The Daybreakers today, and just started Sackett. I’ve never read anything from him before, but I really like western history novels, so I thought I’d give his books a try. Are you reading anything interesting at the moment? Any fun plans for the weekend?
Thanks for having coffee with me. I hope your weekend becomes everything you wish for! Since it is evening as I am writing this, I’ll leave you with a sunset photo from last weekend. This is Saratoga Springs, in Death Valley National Park.
The immense peace, and joy that comes from watching wild horses being horses, was something I discovered when my daughter was an infant. During a rather stressful part of my life (moving to another continent, learning a new language and culture, leaving my daughter’s father, etc etc,) I once again found relief by horses. I’ve had a love story with horses since before my first memory. It doesn’t weaken through the years, it’s the opposite, it gets more and more important.
It’s still one of my absolute favorite things to do. I do it every opportunity I get. Here in Nevada there’s plenty of opportunities to watch horses being horses. The wild ones are not loved by everyone, due to the complicated challenge of who has the right to the range? How to manage them? Should the mustangs be managed? Birth control? I don’t have any answers to those questions, but I follow the debate closely, as it is a matter close to my heart.
When I first got aquatinted with these majestic animals, I started to collect photos, facts, and stories. I published my first book, a deluxe coffee table book, with my observations 2013. (My business info in the book is outdated, but the rest is till enjoyable.) When I published the book I decided to donate 50% of the books profit, to non-profits (of my choice) that works for the wild horses. I haven’t done any marketing for the book lately, but that still stands when I do sell copies.
This is the front cover of the book. If you click on the image it takes you to my book store, where you can see a preview of the book, and get your copy if interested.
I patented the title of the book, and I’ve been starting to think of a second edition. I don’t have enough material yet, but I am collecting photos, and stories for a sequel. Feel free to contact me if you have an idea that you would like to see in the book.
How is your week so far? I still feel on top of my world after last weekend camping trip! I hope the feeling rubs off on you ❤