One of the few non-terrible things about living in 29 Palms, CA was that we lived off the same road as the entrance to Joshua Tree National Park. It was actually a pretty nice place to do some hiking and rock climbing if it wasn’t 120 degrees outside. When there, I felt like I was in the Flinstones. Huge, fake-looking quartz monzonite rocks dot the desert landscape. Supposedly the Bible says the Joshua Tree is native to only two places- the area closest to the gate to heaven and the area closest to the gate to hell. The only other home to the tree is Jerusalem, so you do the math. (I don’t know how accurate this, I’m just passing along the legend…)