My journey began early monday morning around 7:00 A.M. at my sisters' house, Sara, in the coastal city of Newport Beach, California. Along with her was her husband, Jeremy, their two sons Sklyer and Logan, and myself. We were packing our belonging into their new vehicle to prepare for a trip to Jeremys' parents' house in the Mojave Desert. As we began to drive away i noticed all the lush green grass, the palm trees that seemed as tall as any building, and all the people outside carring on their lives. Then i glazed at the sparkling water in the ocean and thought how difficult it must be to live in desert conditions. Residents of the Mojave desert must live a more resislient life than most. We started out in bumper to bumper traffic on the highway. Hearing the sounds of car horns and motorists passing by i decided to play a movie to kill some time on our long voyage. It was shortly after the movie ended that we entered Barstow, California. The last source of gas and civilization for the next 40 miles. I gazed around noticing that this is the begining of the desert with a lack of plant life except for small patches of weeds and cactus. And i wondered what kind of place are we going to that is this sucluded from society. Skyler and Logan asleep from being bored from constantly watching nothing but miles and miles of sand, stone, cactus, and brushes, are awoken when we came upon a borax mine museum next to the actual mining pits that are still being used to this day. We decided to stop in the meseum to look around. Instantily when Jeremy turned off the vehicle i felt a little change in the temperature. It was really felt when i opened the door. The heat hit me and took my breathe away as a sucker punch would to the stomach. within moments of standing outside the car waiting for everyone else to exit the car i felt the incredible force of the sun beating down on my back and begining to sweet from all parts of my body. The air was so dry that i quickly lost the moisture in my mouth and required a drink to quinch my thirst. so i encouraged them to enter the meseum where it should be air conditioned and i could get my drink. After the meseum we continued for another 45 minutes as we finally entered our destination of Mojave, California. Driving into the city there were pools in almost house but noone in any of them. We drove by bussiness' but noone walking around on the streets. The only people we seen were other people driving around. It felt erie seeing as much development as i did but noone outside to enjoy it. The landscape was similar to the past couple hours of driving but only with a small city that happens to be there. We approached their driveway of Jeremy parents' ,Patty and Paul, as i looked at the gauge in the car that displays the outside tempature and it was read 112 degree. I had thought to myself to be ready for when i exit the car again for the tempature now is even hotter than when we stopped earlier. Seeing Patty and Paul peering from their screen door and waving their hands in excitement, we rushed into the house to avoid the sand that was blowing in the wind. While speaking with Patty and Paul, who recently bought this house, i asked them why would you want to move out in the middle of a desert. With the limited supplies that could be bought, the overwhelming heat, sandstorms, and lack of outdoor activites. With a smile on their faces they replied that they know that what i said makes sense, but this is what they want. They stated that they are prepared with supplies in the instance they may not have any to purchase for a long period of time. They dont mind the lack of civilization, they actually embrace it. And for the weather conditions it doesnt bother them nearly as much as it does to me because they grew up in conditions very similar to this. So, in conclusion, the journey to the mojave desert proved to me that is definitly not a place i would really even enjoy going back to because of all the points stated earlier. But to the contrairy, that is why some people would love to live in the Mojave desert. I realize that the residents of the Mojave desert must live a more resisliant life than most.