After about an hour, I went to gather my Nikon from the mountaintop, and drove back to camp. The tent was still there, albeit with all the stakes pulled from the ground by the wind. Clever me for putting the stones in to weigh it down, as it would still be blowing across the Mojave today had I not. I made a sandwich and snacked on fruit while convincing myself not to go back to sleep. I had a lot of driving ahead of me.

8 hours of yellow mustard fields, and a roadside nap in San Bernardino later, I was in Antelope Valley. Famous for it's preserve of California Poppies, Antelope is pretty much the Mecca of wildflowers in California. About 2 miles outside the park, I began to see the crests of the famed orange hills. I'd found it! Superbloom in action!