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Friday August 24th 2012, 12:59 amThe whirlwind planning trip is over, we stretch out on the 15 headed toward LA. It was late afternoon, so for a short time we faced a blinding setting summer sun as we drove into the dust hazed mountains that break the Nevada California border. As it descended over the horizon to greet another part of the Earth across the pacific ocean, the open sky became smoky reds and burnt oranges, rapidly receding to a hint of green before transforming to deep royal blues. We drove along grooving to Lana Del Rey, sighting packs of burros grazing on dry spindly desert plants. As dusk settled in further the terrain became that beckoning mysteriousness that I love so much about the desert, fields of silhouetted Joshua Trees appeared to dance as we sped past them, like some long forgotten tribal creatures of an alien culture. In the full dark we could see hundreds of scattered red flashing lights running up the slopes outside Mojave, an almost eerie thing, as we’ve never seen that before in all of the many times we’ve made that drive in the night. These long drives always make me introspective, thinking about how good a trip it was, even though extremely busy with arrangement making. However, we tend to come away feeling a bit sad, Las Vegas is our other home. One that we don’t get to see often enough, same could be said for the people we love there. We’re missing them already.
Desert Leaving
August 23rd 2012
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