I met Lester and his girl in Baker, California. He was trying to fry an egg on the ground in the parking lot of Bob's Big Boy.
Did it work?
Not quite.
It was hot, but it wasn't quite hot enough. 120°F at four in the afternoon. It was sizzling a little on the edges, but not fast enough that you'd call it frying.
A few hours earlier and the sun would have been higher in the sky.
At least it's a dry heat, right?
Here's some more background on Baker, CA from Roadside America.
