Mojave Desert, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"the palm was blackish at its branches, stained by carbon monoxide coming out of the Third Street Tunnel, its crusted trunk choked with dust and sand that blew in from the Mojave and Santa Ana deserts."

"It was a hot night. Sand from the Mojave had blown across the city."

"It was daylight when we came to a region of canyons and steep gulches, twenty miles in the interior of the Mojave Desert."

"Over the city spread a white murkiness like fog. But it was not the fog: it was the desert heat, the great blasts from the Mojave and Santa Ana, the pale white fingers of the wasteland, ever reaching out to claim its captured child."

"I filled the tank with gasoline, threw a copy of my book in the front seat, and started for Sammy’s abode in the Mojave Desert."

"In another she found a map that showed the Sonoran Desert reaching to a mountain range in California: on a clear day, you could see these mountains, the Palomars, from the toll road that cut through the hills behind her home. We’re practically on the fringes of the Sonoran and the Mojave."

"‘We reached the desert,’ Araceli shouted. The road had become a straight line, dipping over the horizon in a watery mirage. ‘It’s the Mojave,’ Felipe shouted."

"That’s in the Mojave Desert. It’s drier than any bone and there are no apples. Applebee’s, though."