Moi: A desert weirdo?

After Bryce Canyon we stayed a couple nights in Tetons and Yellowstone. Although beautiful, I told David that Bryce was my "hands down" favorite part of the trip thus far. Really, why?, he asks. I go on to wax poetic about the beauty of contrasting colors and textures (when one hangs out in national parks, one starts spouting off about beauty in nature-what's happening to me?). So he says, "Oh, you're a desert landscape person." 

My first thought is, no way-desert people are WEIRDOS. I want to deny it, but my imagination gets the best of me and I begin to picture myself, much older (am I-or is it just the desert sun and my newfound lack of concern for SPF?) tending to my succulent and rock garden, wearing head to toe denim and a bolo tie. In this daydream, my leathery skinned self claims at least one UFO sighting and an alien abduction. NOOOO! 

But I can't help it-the desert with its hoo doos (those pointy pillars), varied shades of copper and greenery for contrast and AMAZING sunsets (they say sunrise in the desert is awe-inspiring, but I'm a Miller and we're not "sunrise" people) are what catch my eye. At least I can wear my uber cool western hat I bought at the souvenir shop. And if I'll be relegating myself to role of "desert weirdo," at least I have an excuse to buy some really cool cowboy boots-with pretty little rocks on them.