My opinion completely reversed in 2019. That's when I thru-hiked the Pacific Crest Trail. The first 700 miles of that trail gave me an up-close look at a desert. What I saw was nothing like my view from an air-conditioned car speeding by at 70 miles an hour.
On that hike, I started to understand and appreciate the terrain, plants, and wildlife. Instead of seeing a bleak landscape of rocks and sand, I saw beauty. It was true that the desert environment was harsh, even grim at times. And yet it was also rich in diversity and magnificent in scale.
As a hiker, I could feel the advantages of a dry climate compared to the humid air and frequent rainfall I was familiar with in the eastern half of the U.S. And with fewer trees in the desert, I could see more of the landscape. It was possible to see miles ahead and behind, seeing where I was going and where I had been.
Admittedly, though, there were times when I cursed the desert. Too often, a cactus or critter seemed intent on killing me.