Winter Solstice is traditionally a time to slow down, take
stock of the year, and celebrate the return of (and to) the light. All this quiet contemplation is no hardship
for introverts like me. We don’t do much
for Christmas at our house, but these road trips have become a relaxed, joyful
tradition. We go to the desert (might as
well be warm-ish) and revisit old favorite locations while discovering new
spots.
Long view from Mid Hills Campground, Mojave National Preserve
This time of year serves in another way; there’s hardly
anyone out there. We don’t have to look
too hard for solitude. We expect to be
alone when “boondocking” outside of campgrounds, but we actually also had a
favorite campground entirely to ourselves.
The Raven and Gypsy in Sawtooth Canyon, CA
We’re not really in a primitive camping situation; we love
our phone booster, hand-held radios, and recently installed Sirius XM Radio (for
drive time.) Our oversized shoebox (the
black Sprinter we call The Raven) is small but we have everything we need.
Further evidence against deprivation was our gas stop in Barstow. My husband got ice cream and I picked up a Twix. And a bag of bugles. Don’t judge; we do a lot of walking. Barstow is an odd town. I can’t drive through without thinking of Hunter S. Thompson’s line from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas; “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.”
Nothing too hard-core. We’ve been trying out micro-dose psilocybin for creativity and focus. That’s a story for another post.
Morning light on the Mojave Riverbed
Afton Canyon, at roughly the western edge of the Mojave Road,
had long been on my list. I loved
tromping around the Mojave riverbed and carefully checking out a lovely old
railroad bridge. The light was
something, too.
Electric sunset in the Joshua Tree Forest, Mojave National Preserve
In the Mojave preserve, we turned up an unknown road and
ended up alone in the Joshua Tree Forest for a sunset which knocked our socks
off.
Dunes in the California Desert
Marco can hardly ever be talked into a layover (two nights
in the same place), but I managed at the dunes.
There’s something genuinely magical about dawn and dusk on sand
dunes.
Oh, and Gypsy hung with us.
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