October, 1968 Librazette - Librascope Memories

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To a generation of dedicated tube-watchers it may come as quite a shock to learn
that the Mojave Desert, an arid land 100 miles east of Southern California's "Eden,"
is becoming one of our more popular vacationlands. Out there in the sun-scorched
desert, people who seek an escape from a crowded, helter-skelter urban existence
are falling in love with peace and quiet. Leading the way to desolation are people
like Librascope's ...
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Jim A vera views the desert from
the top of Old Woman Mountain,
heart of the Mojave.
a spot near
deep in the
'DESERT RATS
John Bayer explores the remains of an old
mining smelter at Chubbuck Ghost Town.
Strumming
abandoned
up a tune during a lunch-stop at the
Golden Fleece Mine, is Paul Lough.
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The Mojave Desert is sand and rocks,
heat and wind, prospectors and burros,
rattlesnakes and scorpions, and that's
all. Right?
Wrong.
To a rapidly growing segment of our
California society the mere mention of
the name, "Mojave," conjurs up visions
of a vast panorama of color; of cool
purple dawn, blinding white midday
and fiery red dusk.
Nowhere, they'll tell you, are the
seasons more vividly portrayed. Spring
is more beautiful on the desert, perhaps
because of the sheer incongruity of
delicate flowers thriving in such harsh
surroundings. And Summer. None can
deny the intensity and fire of a desert
summer. Then there is Fall, with huge
grey clouds bruising the bluest of skies,
and the rush of water in dry river beds
(Continued)
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