LA Odyssey

We take route 14 north. We have stocked up with a new map that leads us out of the city and towards Death Valley.

This is the desert. And the worst roads. And garbage. $1000 fine for littering. Yeah good idea, but how many are actually caught?

"Strange that we do not see any windmills says my brother."
"I can not believe that they have these many monster trucks on the road. I say, not speaking out loud that I have a hard time understanding how we ended up riding in one ourselves... Then I see them. A forest of them, almost as many as the monster trucks trafficking the free-way around us. Wind mills. There must be at least a hundred of them. It is my Sky valley.
We turn of the free-way. We go on to an asphalt strip with double yellow lines in the middle and then we leave that as well; we go onto a dirt road in to the wilderness between Joshua trees and old TV-sets. TV-sets from the seventies, the type that used to have wooden box around the tube, now destroyed and dusty in the sand. The sand that we drive through. Up and over, sometimes the road dips into an old dried out wadi or ditch.
My brother says that this is why we rented a monster truck. We watch the windmills, and I take some bad photos that never will make this experience justice and I swear over not being able to play "Welcome to Sky valley" while we are amongst the tall white structures reaching towards the sky. A sky where the sun is setting and paints the perfect sunset with a blend of yellow and pink. The mills turn slowly in the calm breeze as we drive away.