I thought Joshua Tree was… a tree. It turned out that all those trees were Joshua Tree, but anyway…
Joshua Tree NP was one of my favorite places because it was different. It was dry. How dry? 0% relative humidity. It was hot. How hot? 100F/38C. It was dead quiet. How quiet? I wanted to panic for help.
This type of tree is a Joshua tree. It looks nothing like my friend Joshua.
It was just my wife and I with the occasional scorpion and beetles passing by.
Almost lost my wife there. I ventured too far. Bad idea.
Some places were as flat and bald as Homer Simpson’s head…
Better not get lost in here. I’d probably never find my way out and die of thirst or get eaten by coyotes. True story, a coyote blocked us in front of our car and took a really wet poop and left.
Some places with really strange rock formations…
This one is Skull Rock.
Rocks there were enormous, but in front of my wife, I still had to pretend I was a strong man.
Because it was a desert, when the sun set on Joshua Tree, temperature went down drastically to a livable standard. We saw more people coming than leaving at dusk to camp and get ready to watch the stars.