May 22: Ok, before I say anything about the town of Mojave, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to anyone who lives in Mojave, has ever lived in Mojave, or loves the town of Mojave.
Now that that's out of the way: when I close my eyes and imagine what hell would be like, it is eerily similar to Mojave. Mojave is dusty. Mojave is windy. So very, very windy. Normally, Mijave is HOT. But we've been very lucky with the weather. So Mojave was cold when I was there- cold, windy, and dusty. And very depressing. Most hikers I spoke to rated Mojave and town most likely to get stabbed in. Plus, there's a very obvious crystal meth problem in Mojave. So there you have it: wind, dust, turbines, a train that runs all night, hikers and tweakers.
Despite all this, I stayed 2 nights in Mojave in the Motel 6. (I accidentally went to the wrong motel 6, not the one Silver was at and said to text him to split the cost of the room) There are actually 2 roads into Mojave, Willow Springs Road, and Hughway 58. They are 8 miles apart. I figured I'd just slack pack the 8 miles between the road and still have a rest day, with a nice hot shower on either end. I'd show you pictures of be 8 mile hike, but you've seen wind turbines. You don't need to see more. Neither did I, actually, but I did. eight miles of nothing but wind turbines. I could easily have skipped this 8 miles and just sat in bed and watched TV all day. Stupid Mojave!
They had good pizza, though. So that's something.