How did it feel riding into the Cirio (Boogum) forest of Cataviña? Strange. It propelled me into my inner child solar plexus because exactly of Dr. Seuss, and from that bundle I became scared by the static creatures as they towered and contorted into the horizon. The undulation of the forest floor due to classic granite rock noles and escarpments pushed and pulled while Boogum twisted and everything gloomed heavily into the evening light.
The granite feature of the landscape was like a micro layout of Cochise granite. And atop that, low spreading cacti and scrub, some micro-leafed vegetation, then Creosote and/or its relatives. Then mighty Cardon and the Cirio (Boogum/Boojum) – a relative of the Ocotillo. Twisted, prodding and leafed, yet singular, not branched.
There was more than just gloom in my soul. I was both enamored with it and I was excited by the forest. I simply wanted to be within it and so after setting up camp, I would saunter through the area and just be. It was a Mother Earth acid trip yet I was completely sober. The Boogum are simply the most ornate desert tree I will ever know and their bizarre nature evokes my soul to celebrate in so many ways.
