Tree Worship

Fred&Ethel

Jumbo Rocks Campground, Joshua Tree National Park, California.

Every time I go to Joshua Tree I take time to visit this stalwart duo. The little number on the left has always fascinated me, the way she stands there with her gams all a-twisty. And then him: the big bald guy on the right. What in the hell must have happened to bring them together forever? I’m convinced their true identities are Fred and Ethel Mertz because when I stand near them and it’s early in the morning just as the desert is waking up— I swear hear them bickering.

I think trees mate for life, don’t you?

Here’s To True Barky Love,
Ernie the Enamored Eavesdropper

8 Comments on "Tree Worship"

  1. steve says:

    If there’s a better campground at Joshua Tree, I haven’t found it – Jumbo Rocks is just supremely kickass.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      It’s the best and there’s one spot in particular that is Imperial Ruler of Camp Sites.

  2. I slept on the sidewalk twenty five years ago to get tickets for U2’s Joshua Tree tour.

  3. claudia w says:

    I think that rock thinks its a foot!

  4. The Zadge says:

    Now that’s the kind of rock-hard man I’m looking for. But I stiillll haven’t found what I’m looking for.

  5. The Zadge says:

    and I wasn’t talking about private parts, BTW.

  6. MidLyfeMama says:

    Things I don’t understand #456: Why people like camping. But I realize this is MY issue.

    As for trees, yes, they are magic. I spent the morning in a snowy woods today and cannot imagine living where I could not go to the woods.