I didn’t know that you crossed the Colorado River to get to California from Arizona, but we did. It was sort of surreal coming through the desert and suddenly seeing this oasis of green with a blue, blue river flowing through it. I wondered if it only looked so blue because it was in the middle of the grays of the desert.
The Colorado River as We Crossed into California
The Mojave Desert was in bloom as we passed through. We couldn’t identify these plants, but they were all along the side of the road and pretty enough to stop for:
Pretty Unidentified Plant in the Mojave Desert
The Mojave Desert has more trains going through it than I’ve ever seen in my life. It seemed like there was almost always one in view. I have a train obsession so even though I shot lots more train photos, I’ll only bore you with one.
Train Moving Through the Mojave Desert
Victorville is kind of an odd place (to me…probably not to the people that live there). It scared me instead of me scaring someone else. I found out that I don’t remember a whole awful lot of the Spanish I learned in school so now it’s my latest quest to learn the language again. We chose staying at Victorville so that we would have an easy Sunday morning drive into the Los Angeles area but driving in Victorville was no picnic either. We mostly stayed in the room except for a run to the mall so that I could get my hair cut and get some new clothes for both of us to go to Carol’s birthday party when we got to Irvine.
The hotel was okay. It was a Hilton Garden Inn. They do this weird thing with their beds. If you push your hands down on them, they feel nice and comfy but when you sit or lay down on them, you realize it’s a foam pad on top of a really hard mattress. I guess it’s supposed to be that memory foam stuff, but it just doesn’t work Jim and me. Hilton Garden Inns also do that thing with the continental breakfast that you have to pay way too much for, but they do give you two bottles of water when you check in. It’s not a great value for the price…but at least it’s something.
Crooked Photo of Jim’s Duck in Victorville, CA