The "Welcome to California" sign. After moving away 2.5 years ago, never did I imagine I'd be back. Oh well.
The last bit of the Mojave desert, under sea level, before heading into the mountain passes.
Can't remember the name of this town, the last gas for a long while. Most expensive, too.
The hills here were composed of nothing but heaped rocks. Very odd looking.
Rolling because they're just rocks... never mind.
... of the rocks. My face just happened to be in the way. Not sure if I'm red-faced with embarrassment, it's a reflection from the red hat, or I didn't put the hat on soon enough.
And no henge to speak of.
And these aren't rolling, so there's actually some vegetation here.