It's was early Saturday morning and the start of the Presidents Day weekend. The sky was looking pretty shitty and the weather forecast was looking bleak. I'd had a little ride planned and a victim to ride it with. Just to make sure that I could fully enjoy the upcoming misery, I ignored all telephone, email and other forms of outside communication. I did this just in case someone asked me if I really wanted to do what I was planning to do. Decision Point - Do we really want to go on this little adventure? Sometimes you just have to take the leap, so I dodged a conscious decision by simply showing up at the designated rendezvous point. My riding partner did the same, so we were off for parts South, or maybe Southwest, or possibly East and then Southeast. It was a mystery that was still to be solved. Decision Point - Do we really want to go this way? OK, so we headed Southwest to go Southeast, to get to Quartzsite, Arizona. Seemed at the time that the Interstate 15 was the best way to get there. The big plan was to avoid the rain in the West and the rain in the East by cutting through center, the Mojave National Preserve. I was thinking of going down the paved Park road through Cima and Kelso and then connecting with Interstate 40, but Bill had a better idea. Please note the portion of the map with the cloud marked "Bill's Idea". I guess the question at the time was, why ride a perfectly good paved road in the rain, when there's snow in the mountains and a 20-plus mile section of muddy, wet, greasy dirt road calling to you? Truth be told, it wasn't really to greasy to this spot. But, but the day was still young. And, the prospects of really getting into the shit were looking more promising by the second. (Photo by Bill) So it went for a while, slipping and sliding through the Mojave. Then having survived that, it was full speed ahead to the site of Brass Monkey Hack Rendezvous and Swim Meet. (Photo by Bill) That would be at Quartzsite, Arizona. A place by the way that up until that day, I had only passed through going someplace else. The desirability of the location aside, and ignoring the fact that it rained in a place that it never rains, I had to admire the machinery...... And not to forget the drivers, the "Brass Monkey" people. They were all great. With the possible exception of Mr. Bass Monkey, himself. The next morning and only after we discovered that most of the Brass Monkey crew had moteled-it the night before. To Glamis Dunes. Just F.Y.I, the U.S. Secretary of the Interior was said to have been in one of the four tax-payer paid for dune buggies. The story goes that he was in Glamis promoting "outdoor recreation". I guess that would be the type of recreation that encourages you to sit on your ass, watch the world go by and get paid for it. As payback for the Mojave slip and slide, I made Bill attend Sunday services at Salvation Mountain. An eclectic place for sure, but not to be missed if you're ever near Niland, Kalifornya. Sorry to say that while there is still paint left in the Universe, there may not be enough painters to keep Salvation Mountain going. Leonard Knight, the Creator (not that Creator) of Salvation Mountain is not doing well. Without Leonard's vision, Salvation Mountain may soon return to the earth from which it came. Speaking of not doing well and I won't bore you with the details, we had a problem that only a couple Husky riders could fix. It's way to embarrassing to explain, but we did have a deliverance at Salvation Mountain. Thanks guys, you know who you are. The next stop was Slab City. For you Slab City novices, you really need to do Salvation Mountain first. Some mental preconditioning is highly recommended before you venture into this joint. Unless you are just there for the shopping experience. (Photo by Bill) Or spending a quiet weekend in the RV. The Salton Sea. That's all I have to say about that..... Not everyone got Monday off, so we went our separate ways Sunday afternoon. I went up and over the Joshua Tree heading to Barstow for the night. And then into the high desert on my way to a petroglyph site that had been on my to-do list for years. Inscription Canyon. Proof positive of global warming (since the last Ice Age). Or so the sign says. Then I went back towards Barstow to see a little geology in Rainbow Basin. The Barstow Syncline in Rainbow Basin. A Geologists wet dream. Really! Decision Point - Time to go home? Yes it was. There was mold growing in my boots, 785 more miles on the bike and I had a set of nicely blown front fork seals. But these parting words, get out and ride.