hot mojave
July 7
Crossing into California and into the Mojave desert we had our vehicle searched for fruit. Our apples were quarantined by the state! Stopping into the desert info centre we were given directions by Merl, the ranger with a handlebar moustache.
We left the interstate and hopped on to a bit of Route 66. Barren desert landscape in between mountain ranges. Ghost towns from a highway era long gone. Fences with “no gas” signs. 120 degrees in the sun, hot enough to melt things on the dashboard.
























