where's the moisturizer?

this photo was taken at Death Valley.

i love the desert. pure, simple, crackling clean. when you are in it, with no one else around for miles, the silence is the eeriest thing you could ever not hear. eerie. at night in your tent, the full moon sitting on pitch black, you here young coyotes running, playing, and yelping on the other side of that thin, meshy fabric. that may be even more eerie than the silence. and you love it.