Across the Desert

On our early morning drive east of Tehachapi, we encountered hillsides dotted with countless windmills, which created for us the eerie image of an army of invading aliens coming over the ridges from the Mojave Desert. Their blades, twirling in the brisk Southern California wind, had an almost hypnotic effect as we drove past, into the sweeping desert terrain.
Hills in the distance stacked up in parallel ridges; the Earth's crust folded like a wrinkled tablecloth. Surrounding lava beds emphasized the dynamic and unpredictable nature of the area's geology.
Caravans of big trucks and RVs of all shapes and sizes joined us in our race South, like birds frantically migrating to their winter homes.