

It’s late March, 30 degrees overnight, and my girlfriend and I keep close under three blankets.Īn environment that appears desolate is merely subtle. The weekend wind blows out the butane ignition that heats the water, and so I don’t shower. There’s an outdoor kitchen, and a third structure with a flush toilet, sink, and shower head. Inside of a 120-square-foot cabin is an L-shaped bunk, a wooden table with two plastic chairs, and two AC/DC adapters run by a solar panel on the roof-powerful enough to charge a couple of cell phones. Ten miles from the park entrance is the six-acre homestead I’m calling home for three days. Outside the park, local one-lane highways give way to nameless sand roads where locals drift their pickups sideways. The park, and the Mojave Desert it occupies, is unforgiving-an ethereal landscape of rusty yellow sand, cartoonish boulders, distant snow-capped mountains, and valleys speckled with Joshua trees. The Colorado River rushes along the Arizona border 100 miles past its eastern edge. Joshua Tree National Park’s wilderness encompasses 429,690 acres in southern California, northeast of San Diego.
