East to Joshua Tree

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

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... Login to read more
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