For the love of the desert

The desert is the epitome of death. It is that way because not much can survive in a landscape that gets so little rain and so much sun. It’s a strange thing, too because so often we go to the desert for life.

We go there to revive ourselves when we can do little more than crawl through monotonous work weeks, or when we are just looking for a new perspective. When we’re feeling a little lost, or even lonely—the desert is waiting for us.

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It is waiting for us to come together to climb, hike, bike. To share stories, laugh, and cry. To play endless games of extreme desert botchy ball.

The desert sets the table for delicious meals to eat together, and even better drinks. It makes us raise a glass to the good times and help us forget about what might be waiting for us back at our desks.


Sam Perry