Reindeer Sausage, Snowbirds, and a Dick Mitten

Quartzsite, Arizona. A small town I can’t imagine anyone would want to visit if they weren’t a seasonal snowbird running from the cold, a dedicated rockhound, or a soon-to-be fugitive running from legal consequence as a result of  dastardly deeds. I arrived at the beginning of March on my way from Joshua Tree to Phoenix as the temperature started to climb further into the 90’s with each passing day, giving most of the seasonal locals their sign that it was time for them to move on. What drew me to the town were the large swaths of Bureau of Land Management land that allow two […]