
It was the best of timing, it was the worst of timing.
I've long been wanting to see Joshua Tree and Mojave NP, and this spring I finally decided to do it. The plan was to drive down Wednesday night, spend Thursday and Friday in Joshua Tree, spend most of Saturday in Mojave National Preserve, and head back Sunday.
I lit out around 8 pm Wednesday evening, stopped for a nap at the Buttonwillow rest area, and got into Barstow around 5:35 am. I was pretty drowsy when I got there, but breakfast at Denny's revived me.

There was no traffic at all on 247, not much on 62, and I got to the Joshua Tree visitor center around 8:30.
This is where the bad timing comes in. Turns out lots of people take off the week before Easter (who knew?), and all of them go to Joshua Tree. All of the campgrounds were full except Cottonwood, the least scenic and most distant from the main attractions. I thought about trying Jumbo Rocks in case anyone was leaving, but when I got there I saw a couple other cars ahead of me with (apparently) the same idea. So I hightailed it down to Cottonwood where I had my pick of a bunch of empty sites.

Here's where the good timing comes in. Just from what was blooming in the campground, it was clear Cottonwood was wildflower central that week. Desert Globemallow, Purplemat, Brown-Eyed Evening Primrose, Desert Pincushion, and one lone spectacularly blooming Mojave Yucca, among others.
After paying, and leaving enough gear out to let people know the site was taken, I headed down to Cottonwood Basin Wash (1.7 miles south of the Cottonwood visitor center), where the JTNP wildflower update had said the bloom was at its peak.

They were not wrong. I hiked up the wash a half mile or so and saw a dozen or more species that were new to me. Highlights included Desert Bluebells, Sand Blazing Star, Bigelow's Monkeyflower, Notch-Leaf Phacelia, Desert Star, and (best of all) a lone Beavertail Cactus in full amazing bloom.

After returning to the campsite and having some lunch, I headed down to Cottonwood Springs trailhead for a hike to Lost Palms Oasis. Wildflowers along the trail were abundant and gorgeous. Lots of Desert Bluebell and Sand Blazing Star, plus Pygmy Poppy, Mojave Aster, Scarlet Locoweed, and Calico Cactus.

Early-to-mid-afternoon is a sub-optimal time for the hike, which has virtually no shade; I was hard-pressed to drink enough water fast enough to keep from dehydrating. Still, the destination was worth it: a canyon oasis, the largest grove of fan palms in the park.

A quiet evening of pasta with green olive tapenade, a bottle of Fin du Monde, and Ragtime for reading material; then a well-earned night's sleep, after 36 or so hours awake. The wind picked up during the night, but miraculously (considering it was staked in loose granite sand) my tent held up.