Far from the crystal clear pools of Palm Springs and its emerald green golf courses lies another world. Less than an hour away, it’s a world of vast nothingness peppered with the sad remnants of past lives and male exuberance. It’s a place where stillness thunders louder than the wind and God did some of his finest paintings.
Joshua
tree and its surrounding communities embrace another form of existence; all of
which is surrounded by endless horizons. The area is a mecca for aging rock
stars, artists and modern-day bohemians along with ordinary people all in
search of a new beginning.
It’s
the place where people go to get lost and be forgotten.
The
high desert of the Morongo Basin is like a modern day outback of more than 9.5
million acres of public land in the California desert. Its home to old walking
trails first used by Native Americans between seasonal encampments then followed
by Spanish explorers and finally 19th century gold seekers and
pioneers.
1.7
billion year old rocks compete for attention with the ancient land mass of
Rodinia and King Clone and 11.000 year old creosote bush that began its life
during the retreat of the last Ice Age.
Reminders
of past human lives are everywhere. Abandoned mines litter the area with their
relics of past hopes and dreams scattered about the ground. A restored railroad
depot stands alone with its tracks still leading nowhere. Ramshackle old cabins
planted amid miles of sage and scrub brush, sit isolated and lonely in the
desert. The evidence is all here if you can look past the dust and dirt and
castles made of boulders to imagine all the past lives that once past through
this place on the way to a better life.
This
is a playground where grown men come to play cowboy and young boys come to play
soldier.
Pioneer
town was founded fifty years ago as the perfect backdrop for early television
westerns and grade B movies. Gene Autry led his assorted group of Hollywood
wranglers to recreate a true replica of an old western town just three hours
from Hollywood and Vine. Up the road, young boys learn the art of war amid 935
square miles of rock and dirt. Between Pioneer town and Twenty-Nine Palms (the
Marine Corp Air Ground Combat Center) lie all the ingredients for growing up
very quickly.
Much
like the high altitude cerebral vacuum of the San Jacinto’s, Joshua Tree is the
perfect setting for letting your mind wander and bumping into thoughts and
ideas and feelings that you never knew were lurking there.
It means nestling into a large boulder,
resting your head on its warm pillow of granite, looking up at the pure blue
flawless sky and listening to your surroundings. The stillness will batter your
eardrums with a quiet so loud that all you can do is retreat back inside your
head for peace and serenity.
The
high desert is a cornucopia of images, lifestyles, attitudes, ambitions and
dreams from a plethora of characters; real and imagined. It’s where you go to
lose yourself and perhaps find the unexpected. It’s where
the ghosts of past rock and roller stars still play their mournful ballads for
no one to hear but the wind.
And
it’s where writers go to ask ‘what if.’
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