“The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.”
— Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

“There’s more to the desert than hot sand and an unceasing sun. It’s an almost supernatural landscape, home to flora and fauna that exist nowhere else. When you’re out there at night, looking up at the moon overhead and the unbroken expanse of stars, you get a real sense of just how big the world really is.”