Along the very lonely road between Twentynine Palms, CA, and Las Vegas, NV, we happened upon a sign that simply said, “The Heart of the Mojave”. We were by it in a nanosecond so I didn’t stop to photograph it, but a later Google search brought it up quickly. Just a plain brown typical BLM sign that seemed (to me) to be more mysterious than informative. Does it mean that we had reached the geographic center of this great American desert? Or did it just mean that this particular area was more barren and empty than the other parts? I don’t know. But if I had to, I’d vote for the latter.
This spot, for example, appears to be covered by some kind of salt. Not a blade or twig growing anywhere. Nothing. I’d love to be here with a flat tire when it was 105 degrees beneath a blazing sun. Although a little ways up the road there was a small gas station selling gasoline for $5 a gallon. That’s a little steep even by California standards. Other than that, nothing but sand, the road, and a neverending line of telephone poles.