Some deserts look so weird, it can be hard to tell what planet you're on.
"-And He Built a Crooked House-" by Robert Heinlein:
"-And He Built a Crooked House-" by Robert Heinlein:
A hot, hot sun beat down from lemon-colored sky. The flat ground seemed burned a sterile, bleached brown and incapable of supporting life. Life there was, strange stunted trees that lifted knotted, twisted arms to the sky. Little clumps of spiky leaves grew on the outer extremities of these misshapen growths.
"Heavenly day," breathed Bailey. "Where is that?"
Teal shook his head, his eyes troubled. "It beats me."
"It doesn't look like anything on Earth. It looks more like another planet—Mars, maybe."
"I wouldn't know. But, do you know, Homer, it might be worse than that, worse than another planet, I mean."
"Huh? What's that you say?"
"It might be clear out of space entirely. I'm not sure that that is our sun at all. It seems too bright."