I never dreamed I’d live by a stream in a desert
No one suffered any mishaps—no warthogs charged out of bushes, no snakes struck, no lions roared and pounced, though they were there and could have. (If you missed it, click on “Longing for a loo.” ) We climbed back into our vehicles and continued our dusty drive across the Great Rift Valley. A thin line of green trees ribboning through a parched land: our next home The drive took several hours but eventually, in the gray-golden distance, we looked down into a broad valley, Maasai territory. Our orientation director, Brian, pointed out a thin line of green trees that ribboned through an enormous parched land. That, he said, would be our next home. When the pavement ended, we followed a track in the sand. When that faded, we made our own way. Before long, we found ourselves driving alongside that meandering line of trees. We had arrived in Eleng’ata Enterit, a place you can’t find on the map, in southwestern Kenya....