Day 2 dawned bright and EARLY. Yay, toddler jet-lag. The Bomber woke up at 5 AM, and after 15 minutes of trying to get him back to sleep and another 15 of him rolling around in bed with us, we decided to just get up. We headed out to Barker Dam, but our first stop was the side of the road, where I spotted this cactus in bloom.
Larry and H-bomb also found the Joshua trees quite interesting, apparently.
These are two of the bigger ones. Joshua trees only grow around a half inch a year after the first five years, so those trees could be a hundred or more years old. Which is pretty amazing.
When we got to the Barker Dam area, we headed out on the Wall Street Mill trail, where we stopped to explore this old house foundation, which is on the trail to the mill itself, not far from a couple of rusted 1920s vintage car frames.
H-bomb really dug this part of the hike. He kept going in and out of the door and peeking out the window.
As we were getting ready to continue our hike, H decided he had to go...um...#2, so we hustled back to the bathroom at the trailhead. After the potty break, we tried to go back out for more hiking, but H wanted none of that, and threw a tantrum of epic proportions, which is VERY unlike him. We decided we'd head back to the inn, but a few minutes into the trip, he fall asleep, so Larry and I decided to take the dirt road through Covington Flats to Eureka Peak. (The road is pretty bumpy, but H slept right through the whole drive, so I guess he was just really tired.) The view from the peak is spectacular.
Larry got out and took a walk around, and after a few minutes H woke up in a much better mood. Larry talked him into hiking a bit, which we did. Then Larry did what Larry does on these trips:
while H-bomb and I amused ourselves taking self-portraits.
H was still a little cranky, so we ended the day by going back to the inn, relaxing in the room, and running a few errands. The next morning we headed back to LAX, where H got to see what I think was probably his most favorite part of the whole trip - the windmill farms in the San Gorgoinio pass, which you have to drive through to get from LA to Twentynine Palms.
Anyway, tantrum notwithstanding, I think it was a successful trip, and I look forward to many more such trips with Larry and the Bomber in the years to come.