There is nothing as intoxicating as the smell of rain on the desert sand. Really. I get drunk on it. I jump out of the truck, run around in circles and deeply inhale. Repeat. Yesterday morning, after a day of rain, the whole area was thick with fog. It reeked of wetness. I was thrilled. It cleared by noon, and we had 70 degree weather and bright sun.
This morning, for my birthday, I treated myself to a shower and breakfast. It was perfect.
For the rest of the day I will be wandering the displays set up in Quartzsite, looking at all of the tchotchki for sale. There is nothing that I need. It is major fun to see the books, tools, and camping gear for sale. The displays were all empty last week. This week they are 90% full. The lots are filling up with big rigs for sale, the restaurants are getting lines as the snow birds begin to pour in. Soon the lines of cars will become bothersome, but until then it is smooth driving the 5 minutes into town. Last year, in January, it took me 2 hours. I have several shortcuts now, so that should help.