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// Day 60 
// Story: The Winding Northward Road 
// by Rambling Writer 
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Yep.  Deserts are boring.

When I left that valley and got into the desert a couple days ago, I knew there’d be a lot less to see.  But I forgot how much less.  Out here, it’s pretty much just sand and the occasional mesa or whatever it is they’re called.  And this is pretty much all I’ll see until I get back home.

Hip hip hooray.

Okay, I’m being a bit harsh.  It’s got its own kind of rugged beauty, and I suppose it could be worse.  But compared to everything else I’ve seen, it just looks so… bland.  Empty.  Flat.  I don’t know.  Like there should be SOMETHING there that isn’t.  Everywhere else had plants or valleys or streams or cliffs or whatever, but there’s not that much variety here.

And it’s HOT.  I thought it was hot back home, but this is way worse.  I seriously need to watch my water, make sure I don’t dehydrate myself and die from sweating too much.  Even the BREEZE is hot.  That goes against a fundamental law of the universe or something.  Breezes are not supposed to be hot.  They’re either cool or bitingly cold.  Not hot.

Not much going on.  Walking, subsisting on plants, drinking from my canteen so I don’t sweat myself to death, all that jazz.  (Note to self: don’t eat the cacti.  You know what happened last time.)  On the plus side, the skies are clear again.  Stargazed last night.  Think I might pick that up once I get home.  It’s strange when you watch the sky enough and notice that the stars move as the night goes on.  Yeah, I totally knew it before, I’ve even seen it before, but it looks a bit weird to me.  Wonder if Luna does that on purpose or if that’s just the way nights work and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Deserts.  They have lots of sand.
It’s also quite hot in the land.
It offers no quarter;
If you don’t watch your water,
Your life will hang on by a strand.