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Desert Scene


Desert rest stop.

Way out there. Somewhere.

I don’t even remember exactly where this place is located. It’s in the desert. In Arizona. I’m betting it is somewhere near I-40. The original picture was made a long time ago. On black and white film. Apparently, I didn’t think much of it because the scan needed a lot of spotting and touch up before I could mess it up in the tinkering phase.

Even though I don’t remember the exact location, I do remember the circumstances. It was one of those classic driving all day and all night tales. At the end of the second day, we were making a run toward the border. The California border. Back to Long Beach and home. We needed a break so we just pulled off thinking there would be the usual stuff. Restrooms. Bad coffee. Worse snacks.

Instead, we found this. I think we stayed there just long enough to stretch our legs, change drivers and take this picture. Then, we headed off in search of our goal. Restrooms. Bad Coffee. And, worse snacks.

I don’t remember if we made it home that night. Back in those days, if you were driving west during the summer, you made a run to Needles — that’s in California — and hunkered down for the night. You got up early in the morning around 3 am and made a run to Barstow before the desert heat could melt your car. These days cars are better suited for all kinds of weather. Still, I remember one trip through that region, when we arrived in Barstow headed east at about three or four in the afternoon. Ground temperatures were unbearable. Somewhere in the 120 degree range. But, it was a dry heat. That’s better. At least, that’s what they say.

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8 Comments

  1. We used to stop in Yuma, going to San Diego or LV then through Death Valley going up by Thousand Oaks. It’s 😮 something else when a ‘cooling breeze’ just adds more heat. 😰 I like this SW retrospective.

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    • Thank you. Once, years ago, we got out of the car in Barstow when we we were heading east. The parking lot was paved with that old fashioned tar. Our shoes stuck to it.

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      • the Southest has a unique charm like that. 🙂
        Even the modern blacktop can get tacky, as I am sure you know. No barefooting!

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