In defense of the desert
This marks the second year I’ve spent the holidays in the desert.
The first year I was suspicious – what could be less American than a joyous noel without cold, coats and frosty noses?
Of course, you faithful Nuinca.com readers will remember my memoirs from last Christmas, which involved wicked shin scars from skiiing in Flagstaff without boot socks, and freezing my butt off while chasing a coyote via golf cart.
I think this second year might have changed my mind. Sure, it was in the upper 60′s today with mid-summer sun, but there’s something pretty damned cool about Christmas in the desert.