The Good and Bad of Sleeping In The Desert

When we left PSC a few days ago, we stopped for the night in the high-desert before hitting the main Baja highway.  I always look forward to this.  The high-desert cools down nicely at night.  It has a familiar smell that I can only describe as clean, yet dusty. The drive is only 40 miles, but it takes us 3.5 - 4 hours.

Scott loves being able to take his shower outside, with a view

The sun sets on the Baja desert

The night was deafeningly quiet and we slept very well.  At 6am we awoke to what we thought was a strong gust of wind or possibly an earthquake.  We pushed each other out of the way trying to look through the small window by our heads.  We could see 3 cows rubbing against the truck in the light of dawn.  It felt like the truck might tip over.  In a frantic voice Scott says, "We've got to get them off, they could break something".  He followed that with, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He didn't yell or scream, he simply mooed.  It didn't work.  I pounded my fist on the wall and the cows quickly walked away.  Along this 40-mile stretch we often see cows plodding along, probably looking for scarce food and water.  Maybe they are also looking for something to scratch against. This time, maybe they were walking home after a big night out and thought they could tip the truck over while we slept. Silly cows--don't they know that's a myth?

If you look closely, you might be able to see the faint cow trail going straight to our truck