If you’ve ever driven from LA to Las Vegas, you know it is pretty much and endless road of beautiful nothingness. This type of scenery has the tendency to make 300 miles feel more like 600 (which may also have something to do with my Sin City excitement setting in). But, on the upside, you can pull off the highway at practically any exit and wind up in a place like this. Completely deserted. Just you and the sand, a random tire or two, a weird looking beetle, and few tumbleweeds…surrounded by rolling hills. I love this shit.