Although San Diego is beautiful and its climate and weather is nice, I still prefer nature, so I decide to move on.
But I don’t want miss San Diego’s famous Horton Plaza shopping center. And fortunately, because of this short stop, I got the ginger pill in GNC for my later sailing course.
Then I’m forward to Mojave National Preserve, a land of old mountain ranges, sand dunes, great mesas and volcanic features such as cinder cones, domes, and lava flows. The miracle of Mojave is its isolation in the midst of huge population centers; its northern boundary is connecting Los Angeles and Las Vegas.
Passing by all the rocks, watching them under the scorching sun, I feel sorry and painful for their sunburned bodies. I can tell that all of them finally dry and thirsty to die.
Mojave National Preserve’s vast expanse of desert lands, changes in elevation and soil type, combined with dozens of seeps and springs, many in sheltered canyons, create a wide range of microhabitats that support a rich diversity of plants and animals. Some parts of the desert the wildflowers are all over the place. Information mention some species are only found in this area.
Nighttime I stay in Baker, a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. But the food in the restaurant there called Coco’s Bakery is fantastic. Obviously, I didn’t expect that.
On the way back hotel, first time I realize once the sun sets, how horrible the whether will be in the desert area; strong wind and quickly dropped temperature make the surrounding so nasty all because of the dry night air.