I think it all started when my father in 1934 when he graduated High School Valedictorian was upset because his Dad wouldn't let him (or his two brothers) go to college during the Great Depression. (There's a whole story here too but this isn't the time for it.
So, likely my Dad was distressed by this and so his family sent him to work at a mine owned by his mother's sister Beulah who lived in Flagstaff Arizona. She owned a Gold Mine in Gila Bend which is way out in the sticks in the desert there. my father really loved the desert and shared an old mining cabin with an old cowboy and they did mining there together all summer long in the heat I guess. My Dad was 18 and rambunctious so he didn't like the mice in the old mining cabin so he took a flashlight and a pistol and shot them one by one as they moved around at night scaring the old miner out of his sleep. But, my father also had amazing spiritual experiences too (likely from sensory deprivation) being that far from civilization that long. He was just glad to be away from his Dad who wasn't letting him go to college then.
But, my father kept this love of the Deserts even when I knew him after he was 32 when I was born too. So, when we moved to San Diego from Seattle in 1952 when I was 4 we often drove out to the Borrego Desert which was the closest desert you could drive to that was nice to be at from San Diego where we lived then in Vista, California on the ocean then.
Later in 1968 my father bought 2 1/2 acres of land above Yucca Valley (Yucca Mesa) to retire upon and he and I and our friends and my mother built their retirement home on weekends. Mom And Dad basically spent most weekends of the year building their retirement home from 1968 until 1980 when they retired there.
Because of this even though I wasn't the biggest fan of the desert it was an amazing experience when you weren't cooking in the summer time in 110 to 115 degrees temperature. And back then people didn't use air conditioners and instead used Swamp coolers which basically smell like wet hay when they are running but they are less expensive (electricity wise) supposedly than Air conditioners then which is likely true because home air conditioning was still pretty expensive in the 1960s especially and into the 1970s.
For example, I didn't have air conditioning in any car or truck I bought for myself until I bought a 2000 Lexus SUV in 2000 new. However, my Mom and Dad bought air conditioners starting in cars by the late 1950s. However, it is also true that I mostly didn't own cars with automatic transmissions that much either because that was how I thought back then. So, the ONLY car that I owned from 1960 to 2000 that was an automatic transmission car was a 1956 Ford STation Wagon which was my surf wagon that I carried my over 10 foot longboards in because that is what people used back then to surf with in the 1960s when I surfed in Southern California from about 1962 to 1969 when I decided surfing (because of some surfers) was becoming too dangerous and violent for me after my best friend was run over by the skeg (fin) of someone's surf board and it took him a couple of months to recover from the skeg (fin) cut across his back.
What I mostly did in the desert there was ride off road motorcycles like my Honda 250 XL which was a street legal and dirt riding knobby tired bike. I think now you mostly call these bikes Dualsports or something like that. Then often we called them Enduros for being able to go on a freeway while also going off road too. The most important thing you need to know to be riding off road is you NEVER use your front brake unless you want to lay your bike down and get skinned up on at least your legs on the ground going by. And even your rear brake you have to be very very gingerly with or that will dump your bike too off road.
I remember one time when there was still a dirt road between Mira Mar and the Ocean (about 1975 likely) from Interstate 15 to Interstate 5 mostly. There was a place where motorcycles were doing hill climbing. I got the bright idea I could do this too. (this was mostly a big mistake) because I almost made it to the top of the cliff when the front tire started to go over the top of me and I realized I had lost it about 4 feet from the top of the very steep hill. So, I had to try to not get my head and helmet squashed by lying flat when the bike came back on top of me. Luckily the bike didn't crush my head and instead I took the gas tank across my back and stood up and watched the bike go end over end all the way down the hill 5 or 10 times. But, amazingly it was so well built it only had a couple of scratches and I just hopped back on it and rode it all the way back to Rancho Bernardo where I lived then off of Interstate 5. It was even okay on Interstate 15 heading north to Rancho Bernardo doing 65 or 70 then which was completely amazing to me at the time.
Also, a few years earlier I had had my first Astral projection at a friends house near the house my Dad and I were building then in the desert too. I had woken up alone and gone to the bathroom but when I tried to turn the light switch on my arm went through the wall and I wasn't ready for this at the time and thought I was going to die. But, I remembered something I read at the Mythrus (mystical book store in La Jolla then) about what you do. You are supposed to walk back to your body which I did and laid down into my body. But, after that God taught me to never astral project because it isn't safe to do. Instead he taught me about bi-location or (being more than one place at the same time) which is much much safer when you are soul traveling.
If you want to know more about what is written about bi-location here is some stuff from online:
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