My girlfriend and I took a spontaneous road trip to Joshua Tree. And let me tell you, it exceeded my expectations by miles! Well, sort of… Joshua Tree National Park itself was on the spectrum of what I call the “once in about 15 years” kinda place — where I don’t see a need to go back for a very long time because it will most likely be exactly as it was the day I went, and I’m sure I would not forget it.
Pardon my poor language, but holy shit! I just got back from the island of Maui in Hawaii (also known as The Valley Isle – perhaps for all its wind?) and let me be the first to tell you – it was..AMAZING!
So let me tell you about it…
We had a great weekend. It was an adventure! Thursday night, we set off to San Jose. I drove most of the way there. We arrived in San Jose by midnight. Starving our butts off, we stopped at a gross Jack in the Crack (formally known as Jack in the Box) and stuffed our faces on our way to the AirBnB. The apartment we stayed at was super cute – we got the whole place to ourselves and it was only a block away from the school.
It’s a while’s drive to San José from LA. But when you love to explore, the journey can be really amazing. Especially if you’re driving up the beautiful coast of California! Here’s the log of our trip at each stop…
It’s 5 past 8, standing patiently in a long line of general admission cat enthusiasts. We’re on the list; very important peoples. When we finally get to the door, they check off our names, gave us 21+ bands and a free drink stamp – not coincidently in the shape of a cat. Up many flights of rugged stairs, anticipation shakes me.. Except that could have been the loud music bouncing off the walls and my inability to climb in heels.
We set off on Christmas day. From the valley to Needles, we drove through the sunset and into the dark clouds. Our friends waited at the motel where we ate small sandwiches, drank wine, and fell asleep before midnight. Morning came fast. The roaring of the winds shook the fragile walls of our room. Outside, trees were rocking vigorously from side to side. We went to a nearby café to fill up for the road. Pancakes filled me to the brim and I felt nauseous. And off we went! On the road again to the Grand Canyon. Over the boarder, we traveled quickly through the shifting winds of the open plains. For a quick rest, we stopped at a very interesting truck stop. Behind the innocent general store, was a brightly-colored building that read, “Big Rig Doll House – Gentleman’s Club”. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. Take a look for yourself –