
The usual jumble of stuff at Cafe 247.

Wings over the Lucerne Valley.

Like the sign says, Barstow, Route 66. Perhaps its only claim to fame.

Wait!! I spot the World Famous Cafe Chop Suey as Wendy hits the gas.

Bob's Chevron in full-blown identity crisis.

It is a business. Doing exactly what is a matter of local conjecture.

The birds line up to greet us in Arvin CA.

Vortexes swirl the walnut trees. Last time this happened, there was also a spate of alien abductions.

Some swirl, some stand still. The selection process is not clear. Neither is the point.

These captured Imperial Walkers from the Great Rebellion have been put to peaceful endeavours in the Naval Petroleum Reserve #1. Yes, this really is a place.

It's a foggy sunset on the last push into Paso.

The fog lifts - we're almost in town - what a colourful treat we receive.
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