For the last decade I have been hearing about “The Super Bloom”. That magical time of year when the fields of the Southern California deserts explode in hues of yellow and orange. It doesn’t happen every year but sometimes, a perfect combination of weather systems following each other for a month or two brings forth a wave of life that has to be seen to be believed. Every year it happens I seem to miss it though. This year I was prepared though. The winter had been dry enough, allowing the seeds of the desert flowers to accumulate and it had been raining for the past two weeks. Usually, this would mean another two or three weeks would have to go by before a bloom started, but Covid-19 had started closing down the nation and I couldn’t stay on the road for much longer. I took off to Antelope Valley preparing for the worst but hoping that I wasn’t too soon.