Monday, July 19, 2010

Diamonds in the Lake With Dad

There is a perverse sort of gratifaction about living in the desert.  Desert living allows you to complain in a bragging sort of way about all the extremes you have to deal with, like heat, wind, dry air, rattlesnakes, dirt storms, and etc.  I love to hate it.  You know what I mean.

So today it was about 115º and the man of the house thought we should go to the lake.  I love the water if I ever do get in (and when it's 115º you either get in or you die of heat stroke); I just don't love the  ±1/2 mile hike in 115º to get to our spot.  Some women love their own comfort more than they love being with their family, and I confess, sometimes I just might be one of those women.  I went anyway.  It was hot.  And we forgot the sunscreen in the van.  I was the only one who wasn't wearing any yet, and I didn't relish hiking across the burning sands to retrieve it.  My knight in shining armor, my Superman, my cowboy in white offered to go all the way back and get it for me, but I declined.  (Amy said I need a tan.)

Rather than post the same scenery for the third or fourth blogging year in a row, I will just post these photos of "Dogpile on Dad".

Amy started it and called for Help.

Help was more than willing.

More Help on the way.

The struggle.



And Dad is subjected to the humiliating beauty parlor treatment.

We are looking forward to a reprieve from the burning sun, and  we will be taking a little trip to more civilized climates here shortly.  For more accurate description of desert living, read this old post and its sequel. (That would be more accurate, not more accurate.  I would never exaggerate.  Would I?) ;-)  Better yet, take a scroll through my Gems in  the Desert category.  That'll keep you busy while I'm gone.

Note:  Slightly Synesthetic Alison says the bottom of the lake is the color of Eb (that would be E flat).   The sound of an alarm clock is red, and the dial tone is a smooth orangey brown.   :)   I feel left out.

He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. Deuteronomy 32:10


  1. Oh, I think I would brave the walk too to get there. How is the water temperature? I will take your suggestion and I will start reading your archives while you are gone. By the time you get back, I should be all caught up on what I missed the first couple years of your blog. I hope you have a wonderful trip. I will not be jealous that you get to meet Jane. I will be happy for you! :-)

  2. Reading your blog reminds me of so much... it seems like just yesterday, and yet much longer ago than simply four months. Looks like everyone had a wonderful time - it's about the only thing that works in high summer, isn't it? :)

    Totally agree with the first paragraph. Of course, I felt that way in MI, too...

    Have a great day, MGPSFC!! rofl
    Safe travels~

  3. Oh, that's where you have been. Ah um, I think all the refrences to the desert in the Bible were negative, weren't they? teehe

  4. I so love your transparency--I get tickled, if not a full blown LOL, each time I visit here. The pictures look great, and I'll have to check out your blog in its entirety (rather than just clicking on your latest post) to see where you're headed.

    Thanks for the birthday wishes for the littlest one this past weekend!

  5. LadyWillow who isn't logging in :)July 23, 2010 at 1:42 PM

    Hi Diamondsintherough and congratulations on being selected as featured blogger!!! That's great!!! Have fun with probably a whole bunch more readers!!! :D


  6. It looks very refreshing - and well worth the walk. ;-)
    I love the swim suits that your girls have. Are they made from a UV protecting fabric?

  7. Hi Michelle, nice to see you around! Our swimsuits are from They are very pricey, but we order every other year, or as long as they last us. No, they are not UV protecting, specifically, but I figure if we are covered we are good. :D

  8. Hi Sally...catching up on blogging
    Oh this looks so refreshing! One of my fondest desert memories is swimming at the pool at Furnace Creek , Death Valley at 9pm....the water felt cold but it was actually 102 degrees. The air temp was in the 120 range. It was glorious when the stars came out.


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