We reach California without incident. (i didn't even seen a welcome sign...) So my homecoming was a big blur without cause for celebration, much like the terrain i was entering. The mojave desert. The only memory i have of the mojave was when I was doing an MTV shoot years ago and a not so bright model called this desert the "Mojav" as if the j was pronounced. She was not kidding.
Overall, i like the route i chose to drive to L.A. But this desert marks the only exception. It's a good 2-3 hours of pure desert. It's hot, it's long, it's boring, there are 80 miles between exits...and when you do pull over, there's only a gas station and a dairy queen. A dairy queen with 80 people in it, fighting for bad food and super size cokes...
It's hard to be healthy on the road, at least this one...
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