To me the best place in the Joshua Tree National Park were not the Joshua Trees, but the last thing we saw in the park; the Cholla Cactus Garden. The light was still harsh, temperature hot but not the hottest we would experience the same day, that moment would hit us near Salton Sea, but somehow seeing a valley filled with cholla cacti was delightful.
In the other news, this was the first day in Colorado to feel like autumn. Gray, rainy, cooler, the first time during the summer when I didn’t turn the air conditioner on immediately after walking home. Last year I wrote how the autumn traditions here don’t feel like my own traditions, but today I surprised myself by feeling ready for those new traditions. This is my home now. I’m almost ready for the change of season.