As soon as you step into desert, no matter its size and its flora& fauna numbers, you feel completely different vibe and atmosphere. As if you entered an unknown room and closed the door after yourself. You do not remember roads full with speeding cars nearby, tine towns scrambled around or the life as it is outside. You shut the door and you breathe different air, walk through different time and stand on different ground.
Although the place I hiked through, Joshua National Park, includes desert only partly (actually, parts of two desert, Mojave and Colorado one), it brought the same feeling.
The time almost stops there. You are blinded by bright sun, unbearable clean blue sky and light but guileful wind. Myriad Joshua Trees look like people’s shadows clinging onto the ground against stormy wind. And of course, the most of scenery is made of gigantic rock formations each having a nickname appropriate to the look and shape. Few times I had this feeling of dreaming, such unrealistic vision was in front of my eyes.
I always loved desert. Like mountains, the desert offers that pure loneliness and tranquility. It possesses (dangerous) beauty. It possesses silence.
Saint- Exupery, my favourite author-influencer of my childhood, so to say, had a striking connection with desert. “One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…”
Looking into the daylight blue sky, I see white plane crossing over the ghost-like white gigantic moon. Time blends into the silence.