So I’ve missed a couple weeks of my Pictorial Highlights, and for that I apologize (“NOBODY GIVES A SHIT!” I hear somebody in the “audience” shout), but my life has been in a period of major upheaval and transition–now I should be back on track though, better than ever!
Red Rock Canyon State Park is located in the northwestern Mojave Desert; it is just a little bit east of the lower end of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It is truly a wondrous place, not just for its spectacular geogical features and textures and colors, but also for the way it seems to just spring up out of nowhere. Driving either north or south on Highway 14, you’re in the middle of the sprawling, seemingly endless desert. Then you round a bend and suddenly you’re surrounded by these stunning cliffs and rocks and hills and bizarre, twisted, sand-and-rain-whipped formations that take your breath away; it’s like you entered a wormhole and spontaneously popped out on Mars. That’s how different and strange and wondrous it is. There are also many, many plants and wildflowers (in the spring) and nonhuman animals, some of whom you will see featured here. Without further adieu–sit back and enjoy!!
I passed by one stunning geological feature after another…
I even was fortunate enough to see this gorgeous, fascinating lil guy, a southern desert horned lizard:
But the best was still yet to come; I was almost to the end of the line on this 2-mile trail that ended here:
I turned around, blown away by the scenery, but disappointed that I hadn’t seen any birds of prey. But then I spotted motion out of the corner of my eye, someone flying. I scrambled up some rocks leading to the canyon wall. I crouched. Waited patiently. And after a few minutes of silence, I was rewarded with one of the more amazing, beautiful things I’ve ever seen–a mother great horned owl and her two young offspring!!
I LOVE owls; raptors in general are some of my favorite animals, and owls are among my very favorite. Their wings have evolved a feature whereby their flight is almost silent–you don’t hear their wings flapping. An incredible swooping predator. Here’s mama in flight:
I still have never seen a golden eagle, but these were the first wild owls I ever remember seeing, and it was extremely memorable indeed. I very much hope you enjoyed this week’s Pictorial! Next week, we’ll head farther south in the Mojave Desert…