Posted by
skep41 on Thursday, April 24, 2008 12:00:35 PM

I guess its no secret...me and Algore love the planet Earth. In fact, I guess I'd have to say that Earth is just about my
favorite
planet in the whole danged universe! That doesnt mean that there arent
places on Earth that I dislike intensely. Take, for instance, Las
Vegas, Nevada. Its got its good points and bad points but getting there
from Los Angeles in an automobile usually involves the I-15, which I
hate. 250 miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic; trucks, hookers with
road-rage, chinese tourists in rental cars, drunken fraternity pra

ts,
wiseguys and gangstas in Escalades, every form of human debris is
hurtling to or from that glowing neon catbox in what used to be the
desert at high speed. The obsessive-compulsive desire to hand over
their hard-earned cash to the corporate casino owners and the
practitioners of every form of vice ever invented has worn tire-ruts in
each lane, making changing lanes a bit dicey in places.
So, I avoid
I-15. This adds a hundred or even two hundred miles to ones trip but
one traffic jam in Victorville or the Cajon Pass, one jackknifed truck
or overturned SUV (common occurrences on I-15) can wipe

out
any advantage you gain from taking a direct route. But I'm an old hand
at this, the last few years of my mother's life made me almost a
commuter to the Entertainment Capital Of The World and I've learned all
the alternative routes.
This week I did a fast turnaround and on the
way back I drove through the Mojave National Desert Preserve. I had
weighed an alternative route through Death Valley, a gorgeous spring
day like this shouldnt be wasted and Death Valley wont be visitable
until October but I went south instead of North.
It seems that the
clouds which just rolled through LA without dropping any moisture, a
sure sign that the dry season has arrived, must have dumped some rain
into this isolated valley. As I drove into the preserve I noticed how
lush and green the mesquite bushes were. The Joshua trees that you
encounter
on the road to Cima had the dust washed off of them and were in full
flower. An amazing sight. The desert floor was rioting with wildflowers
and blooming cactii. I was pulling my car over every few minutes just
to wander around and take pictures. I saw a king snake slither across
the road . There were lots of chipmunks and a jackrabbit darting about.
I didnt see any coyotes. I guess I'll just have to wait for them to

wander into my yard back in LA.
At
one point I stopped and watched a kestrel swoop back and forth low over
the mesquite and then rose to perch on a phone pole. I got a photo.
I drove through Cima and the south towards the I-40.
I
turned off at the washboard road to the Kelso Dunes. I worried that my
14-year-old Honda Del Sol would be shaken to pieces in the three-mile
drive to the trailhead. I parked in the empty parking lot and got a
quart-sized bottle of water to take with me as I hiked up into the
dunes. Very quickly I remembered a couple of things I had forgotten
about desert sand dunes, as opposed to beach sand. The sand is much
finer and drier, making it harder to walk on. I'm in fairly good shap

e,
I walk on steep hills most weekend mornings, but I was soon out of
breath, heart pounding. Another big difference is the temperature and
the humidity. No sea breeze here. It was about 75 degrees in the
parking lot. It must have been twenty degrees hotter on the sand. My
water started to disappear fast. But what a walk! The dunes were
covered with wildflowers. Lizard tracks wound across the blinding white
sand. Ravens flew by. Absolute total silence broken annoyingly by a jet
flying high overhead at one point. Not a soul around.
An inspiring moment.
My
water was disappearing at an alarming rate. I turned around and walked
back, arriving at the parking lot to encounter a two-foot-long lizard
standing near my car.

A
photo op from God. But would he bolt? I slowly moved closer. He was
frozen. Another step. Raise my camera. I got it! As I lowered my camera
the lizard came to its senses and scurried off.
I got in my car and drove back to LA.