Desert at night

This evening, in the middle of our Southern California fact-finding mission, J and I found ourselves driving through the desert that separates Palm Beach and San Bernardino. As we wound our way through the mountains, it was pitch-black, even missing the constant orange glow of some distant city. The sky, punctuated only by differing shades of craggy-edged mountains, glittered with stars we never see.

We passed field after field of wind mills wooshing silently in the inky black night, fascinating and creepy all at the same time.