We had quite a chat with one of the residents of the campsite. Flo was her name and she seems like quite the character. She originally came from northern California and was a fountain of information on the area. She even gave us maps that she had and told us of the interesting places to visit. Sounds interesting!
So we put the camper back on the truck, packed up again and headed west. It really was gusty and dusty. Can see why no one lives out there. Very barren and arid with mountains off in the distance. At one point we thought there had been a huge grass fire but apparently it is cooled volcanic lava from about 20,000 years ago. Not even much cacti or even scrub bushes.
California's rest stops leave alot to be desired! There was only 1 open in all the miles we travelled. I guess because they are so out in the middle of nowhere that they are hard to keep an eye on. The only one that was open had the doors taken off all the stalls except one and the hand driers were all broken.
When we finally made it it to Barstow the wind and dust was awful. We had to sit behind our camper and finally with the plastic bags and garbage flying around we retreated to the inside.
Supper was fun though! We went to a 50's diner called Peggy Sue's. The place looked like something out of the 50's with the waitresses dressed in costume of the old uniforms, right down to the caps on their heads! Quite the place... filled with memorabilia of Elvis, Betty Boop, Lucy and even the Wizard of Oz. It sure was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside.
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