There’s something about shouting at the top of my voice and hearing neither an echo or anyone shouting back that is quite a humbling experience. The desert was awesome; more awesome than I expected. On my trip to Joshua Tree I tried to take some snaps in the spirit of Ansel Adams without getting caught up in the loneliness of the whole trip. I rode along listening to John Mayer’s Continuum, trying not to think about the long trek throughout the park despite the steady stream of sunshine beaming through the West end. The temperature was surprisingly low being it the high desert and all. I thought about rattlesnakes and coyotes, and even chickened out on a few trails because of the fear of solidarity. I guess it’s not worth it to be all alone huh?