Barstow to San Bernardino
We hit Barstow in the afternoon. It's a sprawling desert community of around 23,000. Highs of 100°F (38 °C) in the summer are typical. A record low was 5°F (−15 °C). But today, having passed through the Mohave Dessert, it's sweltering. We're in California, the "Promised Land" as brought to us by Chuck Berry's lyrics written to the folk song "Wabash Cannonball". Things are changing. More urbanised. Citified. The L.A. influence. Barstow, however, has a lot to offer. Museums. Restaurants. And a "ghost mining town" (Calico) to the northeast. Our mood changes as we come towards the end of this leg of the journey.
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We hit Barstow in the afternoon. It's a sprawling desert community of around 23,000. Highs of 100°F (38 °C) in the summer are typical. A record low was 5°F (−15 °C). But today, having passed through the Mohave Dessert, it's sweltering. We're in California, the "Promised Land" as brought to us by Chuck Berry's lyrics written to the folk song "Wabash Cannonball". Things are changing. More urbanised. Citified. The L.A. influence. Barstow, however, has a lot to offer. Museums. Restaurants. And a "ghost mining town" (Calico) to the northeast. Our mood changes as we come towards the end of this leg of the journey.
The journey
1. Route 66: The Mother Road
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