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East to Joshua Tree

Criss-crossing the 150-degree Mojave can be hellish if you’re hungover

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For the past twenty years (fifteen drunk, five sober), my workplace has been the Mojave Desert.  Unbelievably, I used to walk around under a blazing, 115-degree sun, enduring killer hangovers. I spent many a night in bars, motels, and campsites, always working toward tomorrow’s hangover.  I’ve frequented bars in every town from Lancaster to Landers, Barstow to Banning, Palmdale to Palm Springs and from Needles to Neenach. 

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Wrightwood, California

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