{"id":9047,"date":"2019-05-15T05:40:45","date_gmt":"2019-05-15T12:40:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=9047"},"modified":"2021-09-30T02:55:59","modified_gmt":"2021-09-30T09:55:59","slug":"spinning-my-wheels-on-the-backroads-of-unincorporated-joshua-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=9047","title":{"rendered":"Spinning my wheels on the backroads of unincorporated Joshua Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

No need for a shirt today, as it’s above eighty degrees at 7 a.m. out here in the desert on this Autumn morning. I finish my Bloody Mary and climb onto my bike. The sand is deep on the unincorporated roads out here on the edge of Joshua Tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I find the strange out here. A makeshift outdoor living room where one can sit on a weathered couch and watch nature unfold before you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Homesteads that feel somewhat like Branch Davidian<\/a> fortresses than they do solitary places for one to simply live. I try not to judge though, as everyone deserves to live the life they choose, as long as harm is not inflicted upon others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which I feel was what David Koresh was trying to do. I ride on…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I hear the music of the Blues coming from somewhere, filling the sky with somber sounds. My legs start to quiver from the deep sand that is bogging down the tires. I reach deep and pedal onward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The feeling of wanting to live off the grid grows stronger. Perhaps I need my own compound, my solitary fortress, an inner sanctum where I can freely express my opinions while sitting on a weathered couch watching Nature’s television before me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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