Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels

Desert photos are here. As you might surmise from the photo sequence, we began with a night on the southern shore of Lake Tahoe before heading south on Highway 395, the fairly lonesome road that rolls down the backbone of the Sierra. Once we hit the barren desert, we turned southeast into the heart of the Mojave, camped a night in Joshua Tree National Park, and spent a couple of days with old (and new) friends at a villa in Twentynine Palms. (The long trip home went more or less the usual way, with a brief stop in the wonderful Pioneertown, a place with three bars and almost no people. Not a tourist trap.) We experienced all four seasons in five days.

Quail ran through our camp, and at least one rodent made it to an unguarded piece of food just outside the tent where I slept. We saw two snakes, countless lizards, and a fair number of Marines. (Ouch. I'm just kidding!) No bighorn sheep or owls this time, though.

I'm looking forward to not driving today. May wash the car though.