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| Morning time at our Mojave freebie |
Nevertheless, we found time for a two-hour play in a great park at Henderson.
We finally headed out south in the afternoon peak hour and reached the Mojave National Preserve, in the Mojave Desert, around dusk.
We hadn't seen a car for about half an hour and felt we were in a truly empty land when a massive freight train loomed up and we elicited a big honk from the driver - nice!
Hoping to stay in a cheap state park we'd seen on the map, we took a sandy corrugated road (that was meant to be bitumen) and joked about having to tape Bessie back together with gaffa tape the way she was shaking about.
We decided to back track and forget the campground but turning around was a challenge in itself (Austin Powers didn't have to contend with soft sand and 28 feet of machine).
Back on bitumen but with the map showing no campsites nearby we ended up pulling off the road and having, as we like to call them, a 'freebie'.Only three cars went by before we were lights out so it was a quiet old stretch of road.
But I was a little bit nervous about the roadside sign indicating 'no hunting' and half expected someone to take pot shots at us during the night - just kidding - but no, really.
But there wasn't much of an alternative other than keeping on driving down a fairly rough, dark road where we couldn't see the potholes coming.
