We arrive in the sultry warm Mojave desert, near the spot where we were married, and what do we do? Stop at the first RV park we look at, close the blinds, and sleep. The next day: work and sleep. We think the freedom we have to travel should imbue us with boundless energy, but after our big eastern loop we’re exhausted, running on fumes in more ways than one, and nothing sounds better than staying in one place for a while. So we pay a month’s rent and give ourselves permission to go to bed early for a while. I’m sure Joshua Tree National Park will rouse us from our stupor before long.