I love little independent diners. If you’re going through Mojave in the morning, stop at Jerry’s, right off the 14.

The main things I remember from all the times I’ve passed through Mojave on my way to and from the Owens Valley are a raven flapping slowly over the freeway with a struggling mouse in its beak, and the time we tried to take a short cut and ended up on a side road next to some desperate looking houses and trailers all patched together.