About 20 minutes out of Joshua Tree National Park is a strip of road running back to civilization. It's a barren landscape interrupted by bare bones dwellings and the occasional strip mall. There are a lot of closed up shops, abandoned buildings and half finished projects. Behind one of these, an empty car dealership, lies the Ditch. To say it is underutilized would be, well, an understatement. No new cars sit on the lot, no overweight greasy salesman prowl the lots for fresh customers. The circut breakers have been broken open and robbed of their copper. Pigeons make their home in the tangled wires. Lacking a broom we opted to skate the ditch "natural" and risked losing some skin. There was an empty tent set up in the field behind us, more than a little ominous. What kind of gnarled creature could inhabit such a desolate place. Perhaps they had come seeking the ditch and were hypnotized by it's epic ditchness. One scrawny Joshua Tree stood guard over the whole scene, a lone sentry, a sign of life in a dead landscape. Garratt felt the juice right away and found this nice lip to grind on. It's a perfect detour on the road to the high desert, and we'll be back soon, packing brooms of course.
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