A road trip to take my Mom to a church camp in the desert...where I grew up. Here is a photo of the desolate desert outside of Palmdale. Our home(still there) is at the foot of the butte, just below the hour-glass sand. I climbed that butte many times. That was my playground. The huge chicken houses are no longer there. We had 12,000 hens and spent our days gathering eggs, grading, packing them, shoveling chicken manure etc. Like my mom said. It is OK for a short visit but that is enough.
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