We were thankfully reserved at Indian Cove Campground outside of Twentynine Palms, Ca several months ago – it is in high demand and we almost didn’t get a spot. We bypassed Phoenix on the way, but stopped briefly to view the Saguaro cactus indigenous to the area. They were nothing really new to me but more novel to Bob and Grogu. It’s fascinating that these forests stop just as abruptly as the start; why was this part of the desert conducive to their existence vs say Joshua Tree?
The same proved true for the Joshua trees – they suddenly appear and then drop off save for a few rebellious stragglers.
The California desert proved to be more desolate than the New Mexico high desert; we went miles with no signs of life – not even structures. Grogu wondered if we were on Tattooine or in the middle of a David Lynch movie. The landscape is very monochrome and doesn’t appear to support much fauna; I doubt many humans have set foot in most of it.
When we approached Twentynine Palms we saw more buildings though there was an abundance of abandoned structures, more so than anywhere else we had been. It’s as though much of this region was settled in fits and starts.
The main attraction in this area is Joshua Tree National Park and Indian Cove Campground.
Much like the Alabama Hills, these massive clusters of boulders appear out of nowhere. Indian Cove has about a hundred campsites tucked amongst them; I felt like I was in an episode of the Flintstones. The weather was in the 80’s and we settled in and went for a hike along the nature trail. It was a great space to stretch our legs after such a long drive.
The fire pit beckoned as our happy hour blended into the evening, set against the massive boulders housing curious lizards and iguanas.
This was the first fire we’ve had where we weren’t plagued by high winds or dipping temperatures. We sat and watched the stars come out. This is a Dark Sky region but there was too much haze which muted the intensity of the night sky. The rising moon hung low in a lovely crescent making for a perfect ending to the day. We wish we could have stayed longer but we have to get back to Portland in the next week.
We departed eventually arriving at the Orange Grove RV Park late in the afternoon of the 3rd, surrounded by an unexpected paradise of orange blossoms that wafted through the RV at a balmy 80 degrees – bliss! As the evening cooled the scent became more intense – we will have nature’s aromatherapy to lull us to sleep.
Next stop – Yosemite!