I fight off the urge to end the trip by just barreling down a freeway to get home as quickly as possible. We continue our trek south to 29 Palms, through Joshua tree, with its prehistoric looking rock formations, by the Salton sea, through Anza Borrego desert and finally home, 750 miles later in three days, still wearing the same clothes I started in having gone to two National Parks, a National Preserve, a National Monument, a Sea, and a state park, two nights under the stars in some of the most rugged and remote areas one can find in California. I can only sum up the trip as “We saw a lot of shit and I better take a shower soon because I am starting to smell like a lot of shit”.