Say what you will about Joshua, with all his biblical spying and begatting, and his brother looking for free housing in dat fish's abdo'men [thank you Messieurs Gershwin], still he runs a nice park.
He could stand to spend a little money on cell towers tho. No signal for phone or internet in our campground. I walked a hard 1.2 miles to an overlook reputed for spotty cell service, only to find the adjective more accurate than the noun.
And all those rocks around the campground, lunging out (effectively) as you navigate the narrow roads and sites. C'mon. Move em or hear from my insurance company!
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See how we protrude into the road. Good thing our insurance agent doesn't read this blog (I think).
We started at Cottonwood Springs campground, at the southern entrance. No services at the sites, tho you can find water and septic at the entrance. This marked the first time we relied on our solar panel for all our electrical power. We found it sufficient. Still want that inverter tho.
During our three days there, we drove from the southern entrance to the northwest corner. The road connects the Colorado Desert to the higher Mojave Desert. We saw fields of different plants appeared as we gained elevation. Cholla Cactus Valley, smoke trees, joshua trees, creosote bushes, all growing densely at particular elevations in favorable soil and rain conditions. Fascinating.
While we enjoyed the park immensely, we won't camp there again. The campgrounds were not built for a trailer of our size.
On to Death Valley.
Bruce
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