Cowboy, Take Me Away (Indian Cove, Joshua Tree National Park)

The hubby and I gassed up the RV and headed out to Indian Cove Campground in Joshua Tree National Park last weekend for a much-needed escape from the city.  Indian Cove is located 13 miles east of Joshua Tree Village and 10 miles west of Twenty-nine Palms, California off highway 62.  It’s a dry campground, so BYOW (bring your own water) or bring containers to fill at the ranger station.


The campground is enclosed by towering rock formations, with many of the campsites nestled between the rocks; including ours—site #2.  Not all the sites accommodate RVs, and many are extremely slanted so leveling is necessary.  Fortunately, we didn’t need a running fridge, so we passed on leveling the rig.


After backing in, we unfolded our new lounge chairs anticipating some R & R.  Earlier that morning, my daughter, grandkids and I “Stepped Up” and walked three miles through Knott’s Berry Farm to raise money to cure diabetes.  With sore legs and feet, I leaned back my chair, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the desert warmth and breeze blowing through the cove.


Joshua Tree is known for its dark, starry skies, free from the light pollution of Southern California.   I brought my camera with intentions of capturing not only a beautiful desert sunset, but a sky full of stars.  After some delicious homemade burgers, the hub and I spent the evening stargazing. We were serenaded to sleep by the sounds of smooth Jazz from the radio of a neighboring camper.


True to my internal work clock, I woke by five, but remained under covers until six. I planned to catch the sun rising over the rock formations, so after slicking down my bed hair, I grabbed my camera and tripod and set up outside the RV.


Watching the early morning sun rise within the solitude of a desert is a spiritual experience for a city girl like me used to waking to blaring car radios and slamming garage doors.  I tried to make the morning last, knowing that check out was at noon.  After capturing the sun, I climbed up on an ancient rock and enjoyed the wild blue skies.


It’s almost noon and it’s time to go home. As I pack it up I sing, “Cowboy Take Me Away,” by the Dixie Chicks: ”I want to look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall—I want to be the only one for miles and miles—I said, Cowboy take me away……………” and one day soon, he will again.