“We are somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert“. We drive hundreds of miles through savannah and desertland from Los Angeles and head to Las Vegas. The air conditioning is at the highest load and when you leave the car you suddenly feel the brachial force of the desert… the air is full of heat and sand. You better don’t leave the car.
We are cruising straight forward on the freeway towards a hill at the horizon. Behind the hill we go straight on to the next hill. And out of the nothing this oasis is appearing surrounded by a big halo in the night skies.