The Desert Speaks

There is something more in the desert, something that has no name. I might call it a mystery – or simply Mystery itself, with an emphatically capital M. Unlike forest or seashore, mountain or city, plain or swamp, the desert, any desert, suggests always the promise of something unforeseeable, unknown but desirable, waiting around the next turn in the canyon wall, over the ridge or mesa, somewhere within the wrinkled hills... the desert rat loves the desert because there is something about it that he cannot explain or even name.”  Edward Abbey