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Tucson Book Festival!

I am there and they have javelina merchandise and I bought that, but not sunscreen, because I am not bright.

God, I missed the desert. I love my life as it is, I love my garden, but every time I come back here, part of my brain goes "Why the hell are you living in that strange wet place so far away where there are no roadrunners and no palo verde trees?" Sigh.

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There are moments when I desperately miss the Arizona desert. (I've been living in the Boston area for well over a decade now. So it's... weird. But I like trees. And green. It's just that nothing smells like the desert.)

I know that feeling too... I'm a native of southern Utah, and I currently live in western Oregon. It is lovely and pretty and green and full of ferns and moss and exactly like living inside ones of those paintings of fairy forests (only without the actual fairies, thank goodness) and I miss red rock country so much sometimes.

I've wanted to live in the desert ever since discovering Herriman's "Krazy Kat" was inspired by actual landscapes. What is this part of my brain that wants to live in such a hostile place. Does everyone have this urge waiting in the back of their heads? Or do only some of us hear the siren song of the sands?

And as to buying sunscreen... there's a reason I keep a stick of roll-on sunscreen in every single one of my bags. I want to be ready.

Does everyone have this urge waiting in the back of their heads? Or do only some of us hear the siren song of the sands?

I think I can safely say it's not everyone. Clearly it is some people. But while I can appreciate a good description of a desert, and maybe feel another person's or a character's home-longing vicariously, I don't think I've ever personally wanted to do more than visit.

Just as well. If we all moved to deserts I rather think it might spoil the effect for people who really like it there.

Raised in the Midwest. Went to college on the East Coast. Moved to the Southwest in my early 20s. It's the first time I've felt like home was a *place*. How do people's hearts live without mountains and roadrunners and all that endless sky? I go back east and it just seems so... closed off. Pushed in. Not enough breathing room. I belong out here.

I'm going tomorrow (Sunday)-- hope I see y'all! I love the Festival, and the weather right now here in Tucson is freaking lovely. Can't wait!

My daughter the geologist feels the same way about the West, in spite of having been born and raised in Georgia.

That's understandable for a geologist. Out west, the rocks let it all hang out.

Javelinas! I first heard of them when I read "The Wood Wife" by Terri Windling. Do you know "The Three Little Javelinas" by Susan Lowell? It's a children's picture book retelling of "The Three Little Pigs" set in the Southwest; the Big Bad Wolf is a coyote.

As a Tucsonian, I understand :)

If you have time to visit Sabino Canyon and walk the creek side trail, keep an eye out for the humming birds up there, the flash of color and the pip sounds they make as they fearlessly BuzzzzZZZZZZZzzzz around at mile a minute on their VIB Business is fun to see.

No Ruby Throats there though, I've only seen those on southern side of Mt. Wrightston, which is totally worth the trouble to (long) day hike.


I can relate.
There's enough of a draw that I want to visit every so often, though I have no desire to live there permanently.
Also, after having just gone through an especially bitter February (Toronto) ... can't be blamed for appreciating someplace warmer.

Sorry we missed you: first realized you were here when we ran into Adam Rex on his way to moderating your draw-off panel, and would have followed him there if The Toddler hadn't been reaching her expiration date for crowds.


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