The very high winds and pitting sand emptied the Valley of many of the campers that had begun to fill up the campgrounds for Spring Break. We had one magnificent day when we FINALLY got to return to Titus canyon. It had been ten years since our last trip through it and it was our 5th attempt to find it open. 
Howling sand, cracked feet, fingers and lips, hunkering down in the faithful Minnie, coyotes howling and comforting campfires--it is mostly good. Poor Mr. T took a tumble down the RV steps and broke the door handle off--it will hold(we hope) until we get back to Bakersfield for repairs.
The amazing pup fish!
Now how did he do that? This was the brainchild of an inventive Canadian who was camping across from us at Mesquite.
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