Being back in the desert stirs up many fond memories of my time spent in South Dakota, which is strange, considering the landscape looks nothing like South Dakota and I'm pretty sure Palm Springs would beat Pine Ridge in a heat wave contest every time. All the same, South Dakota is where I did most of my dreaming, before I got to the point where carrying out dreams became difficult, and yesterday as we slogged up the sandy paths of Joshua Tree Park I was recalled to simpler times where rattle snakes were a valid concern and I spent my days thinking of creative ways to kill people, since I couldn't think of creative ways for them to carry on living (they were story characters, just to be clear).
