What is your passion?

I could now write that travel and life out of the house are my passions – or quite predictively – wife and children, but the latter have grown up and usually do their own thing.

Yes, being together, our couple’s life, that still has this aspect in it, an aspect that was once quite dominant.Passion and passion, spontaneity and a fair amount of madness led us to marry out of the blue.

But that it could have happened at all, the reason for our unexpected encounter, was probably to a large extent one of my lifelong, pronounced preferences.There are even several such passions that somehow fit together.

They would be:

  • Cacti.

I have had them for more than 40 years. A few clones even come from my very first cactus, a birthday present when I turned 13.

  • Meteorology.
  • That was once my professional wish. But it was nothing and now you have to make ends meet with Mr. Kachelmann.

  • Landscape photography.
  • Yes, I may overestimate myself here. But I still like my pictures today.

    If you do these three distinct preferences together, only one thing can actually come out of it:

    My only other and perennimating great love belongs to the North American desert.I still know what it was like when I first saw her, that was in New Mexico in the late summer of 1983, when I was at the tender age of 21.

    It was love at first sight.I liked these natural, empty expanses, flooded with a wasteful, garish and white light that, in the evening, let the mountain ranges constantly standing somewhere on the horizon glow in a delicate purple tone as if from the inside out. I could read the sequence of warm front, warm sector and cold front in the sky as in a textbook, the very different climatic conditions were fascinating. These findings then made the plant societies growing there appear in a completely different light, but very rarely do I get a cactus today.

    The whole thing became almost like an addiction.The three-week trip turned into a major, six-week trip, then an eight-month solo tour. Always in that strangely diverse area between the Rocky Mountains to the east and the inner coastal mountains in the west. Then that fateful tour through the Mexican desert, where I was supposed to meet so suddenly with completely different desert flowers.

    With one of them I was able to share this passion.She had followed my remarks with real interest, she probably wanted to feel my passion for it. And when I told her that I was going to a very specific area after she left, she was strangely touched by it, as if it were a sign. This area still means a lot to her to this day – back then, as a young girl, she wanted to write a book about her experiences out there.

    I only got there when we got married long ago, the place is not far (for local conditions, it is a few dozen km) of the small ranch of her family, where I should spend countless blissful hours – outside between cacti and the fragrant creosote bushes, surrounded by stone, rock and sand, above it the sky of Chihuahua shining from the inside.

    I was very lucky that I was actually allowed to live in the desert of North America for 21 years – and the bad luck that it shouldn’t be forever.Now it’s just a few scattered, blissful hours every few years where I can indulge in this passion.

    This year it had happened again.I looked for “my” cacti, a very rare species that exists only in an area of about 20000 km2 on a few isolated mountain ranges.

    April weather in the great sand desert in the north of Chihuahua.

    “By the Mapim” Not high to Ross as described by Karl May…..

    The sky of Chihuahua is the most beautiful there is – says my wife.

    The triad from the sky, which appears to be painted, the bare mountain ranges and the brown “sea” of loose scrub fields is encountered again and again.

    Because of the cacti I came to Bahia de Kino in Sonora.

    In eternal memory, however, the place has remained founded for quite different reasons.

    Typical scenery from the upper Sonoran desert of Arizona.

    The Sonoran Desert can be distinguished into seven sub-areas.

    You can also discover this in the desert of North America.

    This formation guards the entrance to Arches National Park in Utah, part of the region known as the Painted Desert or Colorado Plateau.

    This would have honoured three of the five North American desert regions.

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