"I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert. Pablo Neruda There are no markers here. There is only land and mountain, and boulder and tree. After soaking in the sights of scenic highway 24, a half mile stretch of scenic driveway lands you at the doorstep of this hidden desert home, sited perfectly on 32 acres of untouched terrain. Painted the colors of the desert sands, it is unassuming in the landscape. A natural garden of boulders and pines form a perfect backdrop for the home, while the front is endowed with open-space views as far as the eye can see. There are plenty of windows and a wraparound deck from which to take in your own private desert scape. Or, spend time tracing the steps of wild turkeys, jack rabbits, and deer. Watch, as the soft edges of summer rain mold the rugged earth like clay. Caress the wind-twisted stalks of juniper. Witness the delicate flowers crowning the spiny pads of the prickly pears. It is an inspired time of year, and the cacti are blooming. There are so many lessons to be learned in a place like this. This is dark sky country, where night turns on like a switch, blanketing the heavens in stardust and starlight. And day vanishes without warning. You may think you'll come here to get away from it all. But in the desert, there is neither here, nor there. There is a sort of open-endedness to it all. Time is simply irrelevant. Time is merely hot or cold, night or day. In the desert, you wear time on your skin, and you hear the colors and see the sounds. You move in stillness with the other creatures. Here, immersed in open space, you will learn the language of wind. It is here in the intimacy of the wilderness that you will lose the distance. You will find that you are not separate. You are whole. "