The town itself is young. Prospectors came for gold and silver in the late 1800s — the Lost Horse Mine was the richest — and cattle ranchers like Bill Keys built homesteads at the desert springs. In 1938 the Small Tract Act handed out five-acre parcels, and “jackrabbit homestead” cabins scattered across the flats. Meanwhile a Pasadena conservationist, Minerva Hoyt, had spent years lobbying to protect the desert’s plants; her campaign won Joshua Tree National Monument in 1936, and in 1994 it became a full national park. The town grew up as the gateway at its door.
Then there are the rocks. Joshua Tree’s other signature is its boulders — great piles of pale monzogranite that formed underground about a hundred million years ago, rounded by water seeping along the joints and then laid bare by erosion. They stack into the Wonderland of Rocks, Skull Rock, Hidden Valley, and Jumbo Rocks, and they’ve made Joshua Tree one of the world’s great rock-climbing destinations, with thousands of routes scrambled, bouldered, and roped by climbers from everywhere. Even if you never rope up, the boulders are the desert’s natural architecture.
Why People Visit Joshua Tree
People come for the strangeness: trees out of a storybook, boulders made for scrambling, and a night sky so dark the Milky Way throws shadows. Pair the park with the town’s desert-arts scene and you have a high-desert getaway unlike anywhere else in California.
