The Sandy Road
Running on sand is both a blessing and a curse. It is one of the softest possible surfaces one can run on, it is extremely easy on the joints. However with so much give sand is extremely draining to run through. Though it does provide a hell of a workout.
I find sad how many people dump things like cars and appliances out in the desert. In this the climate they will remain there for decades upon decades. I guess it gives people something to shoot at.
Eventually I reached the edge of the Barry M. Goldwater Range, a bombing ranged shared by the Air Force and the Marine Corps. It is huge area covering thousands of square miles along the Mexican border. At this point I turned and continued my run along the edge of the Range. About every 15 minutes I was passed by a Border Patrol truck, the only thing between Mexico and where I was running about 12 miles of empty road less desert.
Apparently the military is doing something with lasers out in the desert, because I kept running across signs that warned of extreme danger from a laser hazard area. I have to admit this makes me chuckle because it makes me think of the scene in Austin Powers where Dr. Evil wants sharks with lasers beams on their heads. So who knows maybe there is a tank out in the desert somewhere filled with laser armed sharks. That is certainly what I would like to imagine.