Feet Sticking In Water


A few days ago I landed at an oasis in the desert. I think I could call this place home for a very long time. The Pahranagat National Wildlife Reserve might be one of the most beautiful and diverse spots I’ve been during my travels. These wetlands straddle the Mojave and Great Basin deserts, but within the comforting arms of the surrounded dry environment there is a paradise that many birds, mammals, and reptiles call home.

IMG_20181001_070534067_HDR_Fotor.jpgIMG_20181001_145902706_Fotor.jpgIn the Paiute language, Pahranagat can mean “feet sticking in water.” Yes, water. Quite a bit of water, as a matter of fact. The photo on the left is my view looking one way. The photo on the right is my view in the other direction. I don’t think I could ever tire of subjecting my aural senses to such a magnificent variety of views.

If you recall, I was here this past June and wrote about my stay here:

The Rabbit, The Coyote, and Me — June 9, 2018
Have I Made Another Mistake — June 7, 2018

In the coming days I will write more about this oasis in the desert, but for now I’ll let the pictures do my speaking for me.

I left this:


For this:

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.