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STORY: Ariving at the South entrance to Joshua Tree National Park, the valley is a gauntlet between the San Bernardino rainstorms and the Palm Springs rainbows dancing between steely giants over the 10, which I had just left, and other imminent nearby cells attacking from the East and South at Sunset between the valleys and the mountains of the southern limits of the park. Spring is tomorrow, and it's 45 degrees here as it grows colder with the returning stormfront above and to the East. No bloom to be seen.
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