The small mountains south of Highway 58 at dusk
Sleeping not far away from these turbines, intermittently they emit crazy, high-pitched tones.
After filling up my water from the trickle in Tylerhorse Canyon, I set off across the western arm of the Mojave Desert in the evening...for some handstand self-portraits.
I tried to walk across the Mojave as much as I could at night to avoid the heat. I slept near the LA aqueduct, which the PCT follows for many miles. Even in the early morning, the heat was already oppressive. I heard it was 108 degrees that afternoon. By the time I arrived at Hikertown, I was ready to get out of the heat.
Chaparral south of Green Valley
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