On the Road: Barstow to Mojave to Palm Springs

Ok, I know many of you did not believe in the Bun Boy Motel. Here it is, in case you are ever in Baker, just 60 miles east of Barstow. And  look!  There is actually a car there, someone is in a room!  How frightening but perhaps blackmail could be lucrative here....  we can get that license plate and call them about their activities at the Bun Boy.  

Here is what I have to say about Barstow:  it makes Bakersfield look really, really nice and safe and lovely and we all know that Bakersfield is rather depressed and lonely.  Barstow is very scary and sad.  But as Tom pointed out, it isn't Barstow's fault.  All the services and businesses that would have benefited the city are gone.  What is left is the corporatization of a freeway town.  From my crappy room last night I counted 11 fast food places and 4 other crappy motels.  The money is going to big corporations  because they are the ones who are doing business there, exploiting the fact that the city is on a major freeway and negating the fact that people need to have a place to work, eat, shop that does not rely on huge mega businesses.  So the people are forced to work for all the motels and fast food places or get out of town. Or rob and steal. 

OK, I stop the diatribe here. 

We have had a great time in the new Jeep, dirt roads, paved roads, pockmarked roads, and we have seen amazing lands in Mojave National Desert, and really sad lands outside of that.  But here we are now, in Palm Springs, neither of us have been here before, and it is a lovely setting.  Tall mountains and lots of palm trees, can't beat it.  Great rooms on the close fringe of the really ritzy part of town, dogs are happy and so are we.

Desert:  quite beautiful, dirt roads and all.

Snow:  here is one from the days before when it was 14 degrees.    And by the way, today in Palm Springs it was 74 degrees.  Gotta love the fact that weather does what it wants, we are simply bowing to its power.

Over and out for now.