Growing up on the East Coast I was privileged to experience all four seasons. The lush green grass and thriving farm lands in the summer, peaceful snowy winters with delicate icicles dangling from the trees, colorful and quaint autumns spent raking leaves and visiting pumpkin patches, and fresh, vibrant springs where everything that was once sleeping comes to life all at once overwhelming the senses as well as sinuses.
Never, did I perceive the desert to be breathtakingly beautiful, until I visited Joshua Tree National Park.
Anyone who has been stationed out in Twentynine Palms knows that there is nothing to do… well, almost nothing. It truly is a desert. We moved from just south of Washington D.C. to Twentynine Palms, a “desert oasis”… It was a true cultural change that easily became depressing. After the initial shock wore off (just a bit) we decided to make the most of our time here and immerse ourself in the local attractions which just so happens to be one of the largest National Parks – Joshua Tree National Park.
Our first visit was short, cold and just okay – I didn’t really care for it and I was still pining after the East Coast. The second visit was better weather, and we went to a less crowded location – okay it started to grow on me. The third visit I was in love. We went to the rock formations and climbed as far and as high as we could (with our 10-month-old baby!) It was quickly becoming contagious.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and obviously everyone is going to have their own opinions and preferences. Being in the military we don’t get a say in where we live, therefore, I can either spend my time wishing I was somewhere else or I can “adapt and overcome” and enjoy my life for the adventure that it is.