There are long term residents in the camp next door. They are pretty packed in – RV up against RV – but many have done up their places with patios, tiki bars, awnings and lights. They probably come back here, year after year, flocking from Ohio, Minnesota, Ontario.
We blast out of Cattail Cove and up to Needles to have lunch with Big Dog’s high school pal, M and his wife G. Then it’s the long haul to Lancaster, our first California destination.
Old Route 66 takes you past a few volcanic craters and lava beds near Amboy. Joshua trees begin appearing, but otherwise, the desert is scruffy with no real features, no cacti. It’s just scrub brush…until it is air force base…housing development…strip malls.
We are back in civilization.