"To reach the tiny desert town of Borrego Springs, you drive an hour south of Palm Springs on Highway 111, make a right at the Salton Sea, then motor through a lonely expanse of mesa and arroyo so forbidding at times that General Patton once employed it to train troops bound for combat in North Africa. Today that same landscape makes up the largest state park in the lower 48, Anza-Borrego, where every spring the flora world’s equivalent of birders arrives to admire one of the West’s largest color shows—pink monkey flower, scarlet bugler, yellow fiddleneck, and purple lupine. There isn’t a traffic light in Borrego Springs—this is the bona fide Middle of Nowhere for those who take getting away from it all seriously—but there is a good breakfast spot housed in an old Quonset hut that’s aptly dubbed the Red Ocotillo." LOS ANGELES MAGAZINE
