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 esterday we crossed what seemed like an endless plain that stretch to the horizon. Sometimes dust devils, (miniature tornadoes), whirl toward us, at times engulfing us in their swirling sand and dust as they hiss their way past.  We even trekked through a deep canyon system, a waterless, wretched place, with high rocky mountains several hundred feet high of red and brown sheer rock. We named the canyons "the canyons of death" after passing the bodies of 36 dead goats, sheep, cattle and camels which had obviously died the terrible lingering death of thirst.
We are constantly amazed by the ability of desert animals to survive, especially the herd animals who appear to sometimes have nothing but dirt to eat. It is the end of a long hard winter in which many herd animals died. The survivors are thin and are depending on a good summer to stay alive through the coming winter.
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