The Mojave Triangle

Anticipation grows as vehicles enter the mysterious “Mojave Triangle”, winding their way through the treacherous terrain.   In the dark of night the demons dance these trails to the music of the hot desert winds as cries of agony echo off the canyon walls and dissipates into the surreal desert ether.

  The far blue mountains, distorted by the shimmering heat waves and a lazy blue sky welcome this small group of wayward travelers as they continue their exploration into the many enigmatic and unknown reaches of the Eastern Mojave Desert.  In this ever demanding terrain the road stretches far into the distance like some giant serpent resting in the desert heat waiting patiently for the next careless adventurer.  These Desert Argonauts have traveled the devil mountains many times and understand the demanding pitfalls that await the uninitiated.  This is a land where judgment errors are unacceptable and seldom repeated and the results of mistakes are ever present.  Observe how the vehicles are closing up prior to descending into the bottomless pit just over the rise in front of them.  This area is known as the  “Mojave Triangle”, as on more than one occasion vehicles not traveling in close formation have disappeared as if they never existed.  In fact, stories abound where travelers during the hours of darkness in this inhospitable area have heard the screams and cries of agony of those mysterious loss souls as they echo off the canyon walls and evaporate into the still desert night. On earlier trips the group has executed great caution and tethered their vehicle together to maintain stability of presents during descents into the bowels of this abyss.  Now with daylight and the confidence of experience, maintaining a close proximity is considered acceptable behavior as long as radio contact is maintained at all times.  This experienced group would never consider traversing this path in the black of night when the demons dance and the devil takes revenge. 

 So should you ever find yourself accidentally entering the “Mojave Triangle” be mindful of the cautions denoted here, for failure to do so could damn your soul to wander the desert sands without end.  Around the campfire, when in the distance you hear the wind brushing against the sage it may well be one of those lost souls stumbling through the sands of time searching for a peace that will never be found.  Never loose respect for the desert, for just as surely it will loose respect for you and the price demanded will be beyond your ability to pay.    BB