Destert Dickheads Again
This is an entry into one of my two favorite weekly challenges sponsored by my friend 
Did you ever notice that there are a whole lot more jackasses than there are jacks? Just sayin'
Wahenie is Hawaiian for girl or woman so far as I know. That's the name on the cross for this brand new doggie grave. It's just off a trail and kind of a monument to some dickheads dog, I guess.
The problem? This is the sand part of the desert. You won't be able to find a rock that size for at least 5 miles. And the adobe bricks are not exactly part of the local ecology, either. Means this dickhead hauled a half a pickup load of shit into the desert to do this. There is an area that is dedicated to pet cemetery about a mile away, but this dickhead is special.
I love my Sam, I truly do. If I outlive him I suggest he will forever be one with the desert. I'll find a place that I know and bury Sam and he'll be part of the desert we both love. I'll guarantee that I'll not make an out of place display of him. It will take 100 years for the desert to completely bury this monument.
See this trail? There are literally hundreds of them all over the desert. The closer you are to civilization the more trails. It's easy to get around to where ever you wish to go in the desert. So why do the dickheads have to drive cross country? Lazy? Practicing for the Baja 1000 (spoiler alert: You have to run on trails in that race)? What?
Every cross country track in the desert takes at least 10 years to be completely taken back by the desert. Ten YEARS.
The desert is a relatively fragile environment that is utterly dependent on being left to it's own devices to survive.
Look at this. Pull out into the sand and burn a doughnut. That's what you do to prove you are a man after that bottle of pills you bought on line didn't really expand what you thought it would. "Give her something for Mother's Day she'll really like!"
Look at those trenches. Not only has the dickhead killed what ever desert plants might have grown there it's a perfect place for invasive species to get a place to grow. That's a more than 10 year self repair job for the desert.
You know what? I'm going to quit here. I have literally hundreds of pictures like this and all it does is tend to piss me off.
Sam and I will continue to walk and pick up trash. The desert won't die, although places in it might. We just can't have nice things.
All words and photographs in this post are mine. For better or worse.
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