After a surreal day in Death Valley, we are ready to rest. Pulling into the campground at Tecopa Hotsprings I am reminded of an old, abandoned drive-in theatre. RV Hookups look like the speakers for listening to the movie on the big screen. Bathroom buildings resemble concession stands. It is dusk and only the outlines of the area are visible.
We secure a spot to set up our tent. No sleeping in the back of the truck tonight. We crave relaxation and healing water of hot springs. The hot springs are sacred. No clothes allowed. Separate pools for ladies and gentlemen. The mineral soak is welcome. A hot shower feels divine after days on the road.
The wind sneaks in and whips the tent. A restless sleep, but I feel fresh in the morning. We wake to a rocky hill with a cross on top and decide to hike. It is called Mary’s Hill. A place for prayer and reflection.
The moments we cherish on this journey are simple, yet profound. Standing on a mound of rocks in the middle of the desert taking in the rugged reality that life offers. Trying to get a little dog to cooperate for a timed photo. Immortalizing our commitment to spending 4 months on the road, and taking in this land that will leave the landscape of our relationship richer.