First off, let me just say that I hate that song… you are riding a horse through the desert… I think you have time to name your freekin’ horse… (Also, my car [which is only mine because my wife drives the new car] does have a name, it’s Honda… Technically, it’s Honda CRV… I did come up with a clever nickname based on the letters ‘crv’… but my wife wouldn’t keep letting me refer to the car as ‘Cervix’)… (oh, and guess what I call those Toyota TRD trucks… ha!!!)…

So by now, you have probably figured out that I didn’t go away this weekend to become a monk and join a monastery… (even though, technically, I did become a monk for a few hours, so the joke is on you, but I, for a change am going to do the pictures of this adventure in order, so you have to wait for that part)…

I drove 6 hours… each way… to go visit Jessica in Scottsdale, Arizona, because her fiancé was out  of town, and she wasn’t feeling well… and that is what dad’s do… even when their kid is now 26… (Oh, and Mollie is turning 17, dang it)… So I saw a lot of desert… where the tumbleweeds grow…

And I saw some desert where almost nothing grows… and that means you can dang well spend a few seconds looking at desert too…

The desert was much more yellow than usual. That is because all the wildflowers were blooming… at least the yellow ones…

Also, it turns out that those ‘black helicopters’ that conspiracy nuts always talk about actually do exist.

When I got to her house on Friday afternoon, we decided to go for a walk in the desert… because I hadn’t seen enough freekin’ desert yet…

That let me get some good close-ups of the yellow flowers…

Even some of the rare desert trees had them…

I hope you join me later for some more pictures of this particular walk… and see some other flowers… and Jessica mocking some cacti…

Dude… no photobombing… we talked about this…