Bakersfield, CA
Driving through the mountains west of Flagstaff was a beautiful experience. There was one pass where I felt engulfed by the mountains. It was like an inner passageway though them. I was so thrilled I honked my horn to thank the moment. What else do you do at 70 mph and nowhere to pull off and take a picture? Sing with joy? With my voice that would break the beauty. 
After the mountains came the desert. Why have I always thought the mojave desert was flat and barren? If you do too, let me disabuse you of that notion. There are parts that are flat, between mountains, joshua and juniper trees dot the landscape throughout.
Near the city of Mojave, all along the mountain tops, are windmills. I had a feeling they were not in active operation. They did not remind me of synchronized swimmers, more like lonely scarecrows.
I’m glad to be here. Tomorrow should be a short 5 hour drive. Then the festivities begin.
Time for a long soak in the tub.
jeanious said
Mol,
What a fine writer you are. I’m watching your every mile.
I believe windmills would be the way to go in south Arkansas.
Jeanious