This one word set off a memory train from my wandering in the desert days.I was living in my station wagon, collecting food stamps and welfare, while I tutored my 8 year old son in math and reading.
One of our favorite spots to camp out was in Red Rock Canyon.
There was a rudimentary picnic table and fire pit,but I think the rest rooms were non existent, so we used the bushes.
We may have been looking for meteors as we lay on that picnic table at ten o’clock at night, but what I saw was the cliff above us slowly blot out the stars.
The night was clear as only night in the California Antelope Valley can be before civilization spread out from Los Angeles.
No smog, no street lights, just black over head, with the points of light millions of miles away gliding behind the Red Rock cliff.