Post #119810 by Satan's Sin on Fri, Oct 15, 2004 7:04 PM

I've been all over the world and the most sublime and heavenly spot I've ever been to is a wild and isolated little desert canyon in the Anza Borrego State Park (about an hour from San Diego).

It is called "Indian Canyon." Its location is pretty much known only to the local desert rats. A rocky little "jeep trail" will take you to any number of wonderful camping spots. No hiking required.

My friends and I camp there often. By "camp" I mean bring a sleeping bag to crawl into after several hours of drinking/dining/whatever.

Hills of desert boulders. Eerie tendrils of desert shrub. Mountain lion tracks, hooting of owls, silhouettes of coyotes trotting along a ridge line, gone before you have time to really look. Excellent sound system belting out Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon" as the first stars come out. Friends gathered around a roaring fire, drinking good booze, laughing at good jokes, cooking delicious snacks. At the rear of the huge boulder where we camp are little bowls carved into the rock by long-gone Indians, used for grinding something.

When I die, I hope the parties in heaven will be half as nice as this.