Date shakes. Counting Joshua Trees. Wind blown hair. Some ’80s song plays on the radio. We drive for hours with the windows down. We’ve put 128 miles on the odometer. The roads carve their way through boulder passes and expansive areas of cracked earth and sand. We collect memories in roadside diners and watch the heat dance on the asphalt. The allure of the desert is something that’s never faded for me. The dusty skylines and endless miles of quiet terrain that seem to come alive at night bring me peace.