Road: The Spectacular Joshua Trees

Art Journal, The Road

On the road the individual seizes the opportunity presented by staying in one place for a known number of days. We had our mail sent to the local post office in city of Joshua Tree. A precarious choice using the post office these days. Since the last parcel sent out didn’t reach its destination going on three weeks now.
We meandered across Joshua Tree Park enjoying the first warm day we’d seen in awhile. Mild, blissful blue skies washed with wisps of clouds.
Our package surprisingly arrived and Kurt wanted to find a fault line from an earthquake. Could not locate this dirt road that was shifted from the quake and other landmarks appeared repaired. Note: ideas like these are brought to you by books. Geology books.
Meanwhile we intersected with the very busy local police several times. Our first police chase in the California wilds. They were after a purple haired woman in a sport utility vehicle.
To be continued…

Road: Fried Liver Wash and the Gods of Chaos

Art Journal, The Road

Taryn? Another post so soon? Why yes. I’m experimenting with a new format. I’d like to try for daily posts, or near daily depending on cell service coverage. Why? To explore my creative being. And now that I am caught up I can start… except the area we are in, is of course, spotty with coverage.

Where did we end up? The road closures yesterday guided us towards Twentynine Palms, CA and that is significant because it is an entry point for Joshua Tree National Park. Which I fortuitously discovered reopened to camping the day we rolled into town. Yesterday.
Sometimes the gods of chaos give me good gifts instead of grief.
This morning it rained and we packed out of the BLM land with a chance at getting a reservation or walk-in. The popular California campgrounds were challenging to get into before Covid-19 and across the country campgrounds became harder to reserve after Covid-19. How long was it going to take for California to realize it had something to do just outside of Los Angeles?
It was a long drive across the Park to find out..

A few reserved signs were posted and a couple campers had already set up but we were golden. Twelve days in Joshua Tree National Park. Hold on to your hats; this right time, right place almost never happens when I’m in the vicinity.