On day 142, I went to the Joshua Tree National Park, not knowing what to expect. Sure, I knew I would see some Joshua Tree’s but I had no idea what the setting would be, or what else might be there. As it turned out, the Joshua Tree’s were not the main attraction, as there are many interesting and competing things to see.
The park is huge and comprises 794,000 acres, with parts being in an enormous valley.
The Joshua Trees are to be found mainly in the northern part of the park....
There are however many other interesting plant species that I have never seen before.
I liked the way the sun light was catching the needles of this cactus....
Mohave Yucca....
Another very prickly cactus....
The shape of the rocks attracted my attention. It wasn’t until later that they reminded me of the Adidas logo....
My absolute favourite plant species was the Cholla Catus. These strange shaped plant look as if they come from another planet. They are also called Jumping Cholla as if you brush against them, they will attach themselves to you. I loved the shapes they made in an area of the park called the Cholla Cactus Garden....
I thought this was another cactus, but it isn’t. This is an Ocotillo, a thorny deciduous plant which can grow and drop its leaves up to five times a year, depending on rainfall....
The rocks in the park were odd, in that they just sat there, seemingly out of place in the desert environment. I read later they were forced up from underground by volcanic activity. In a molten state, this granite like rock was pushed up from deep underground and was pushed through the overlying rock. It can into contact with groundwater where it cracked and over time, weathering has made the cracks deeper and wider, and formed the rock into the angular shapes seem today. In some places the rock has split into boulders which look as if they have just been dumped into a pile....
While I didn’t stop for a look around, I rode through Palm Desert which seemed like a very up-market place to live. The houses were large, with very well tended lawns and gardens. Long streets lined with immaculate palm trees were abundant. I saw shops with all the up-scale fashion brands. Palm Desert is a wealthy city for sure.
Just south of Palm Desert the “Pines to Palms” highway rises steeply on a wonderfully twisty and fast windy road.
This is looking down on the road....
The view back to Palm Desert shows large green areas – indicating the lush planted areas that money can buy in the desert....
Just a few miles further south and I found rows of post boxes, just crying out to be photographed....
In the Cuyamaca Rancho State Park, I crossed the 21,000 mile point of my tour. I of course stopped for the now customary photograph....
I stopped to look at these trees, no doubt killed by the rising water....
I pressed on south and reached the town of Campo, where the road passes very close to the border with Mexico. I looked up the hill I was riding close to and realised I was looking at the border fence....
I was now headed wet following close to the border and heading towards the Pacific Ocean. This road is obviously used a lot by illegal immigrants and I rounded one bend and there was a border patrol checkpoint. The odd thing was this checkpoint is on a road that runs alongside, not across the border. All vehicles are stopped and you are asked to show your passport or other ID. After chatting with the guard about my tour a long line of cars had formed behind us, he trusted that I was English and not Mexican, said he didn’t need to see my passport, shook my hand and sent me on my way, wishing me well. Nice guy.
As I rode away from the checkpoint, I remembered the song “I want to live in America” and I was singing the one of two lines from the song that I knew, over and over again. I was pretty sure this song was about Mexicans wanting to live in America, but later checking on the internet, it turns out I was wrong, as it relates to Puerto Rico. The song is from the musical West Side Story and even if I got the country wrong, the sentiment is the same....
I stopped at Imperial Beach – the closest point on the Pacific to the Mexican Border. I had travelled from the top right hand corner of the USA to the bottom left hand corner. I stopped and looked at the coastline as it turned from being in the USA into Mexico and reflected on what different lifestyles the people have either side of a fence.
In the picture below the buildings beyond the people on the beach are in Mexico....
I had ridden a long way today, 323 miles in total. Nearly all of these were on quiet, 2 lane twisty roads. I was very tired indeed and enjoyed just sitting on the beach for a while.
I got back on the bike and found myself in the strange position of riding north!
Later that afternoon I stopped for the night in a great city – San Diego.
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