There’s no reason anyone with a lick of sense or sanity would choose to live in the desert. It’s a tough place. It’s hot – temps can reach 120°. Or more. If it isn’t hot it’s windy. When it’s windy the air is filled with sand and dust. And don’t forget dry. You can dehydrate in no time. Water is your best friend.
Windblown sand can blast the paint off a car. It gets in your clothes. It gets in your bed. It gets in your food. It gets in your ears and nose and mouth. It gets in your eyes – you’ve got to keep them protected. You don’t want to be stumbling around blind out here. Gotta be able to see so you can dodge the rattlesnakes. They don’t like to be stepped on. And in case I forgot to mention it, it’s hot and dry.
No, there’s no good sane reason to live out here in a place like this. It can kill you. Unless of course you love it. And learn to live with it on it’s terms.
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