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Adelanto is a city in San Bernardino County, California about 9 miles (14 km) northwest of Victorville. The population was 31,765 at the 2010 census, up from 18,130 at the 2000 census.
The name Adelanto means progress or advance in Spanish, and was first given to the post office that was established on the site in 1917. Adelanto is alphabetically first among all of California's incorporated cities.
Adelanto was founded in 1915 by E. H. Richardson, the inventor of what became the Hotpoint Electric Iron. He sold his patent and purchased land for $75,000. He had planned to develop one of the first planned communities in Southern California. Richardson subdivided his land into one-acre plots, which he hoped to sell to veterans with respiratory ailments suffered during World War I. He also hoped to build a respiratory hospital. Richardson never fully realized his dream, but his planning laid the foundation for what is currently the City of Adelanto.
Acres of deciduous fruit trees once grew in the city, which became known in the state for its fresh fruit and cider. The orchards thrived until the Great Depression, when they were replaced by poultry ranches. As the wartime emergency developed early in 1941, the Victorville Army Air Field was established with land within the Adelanto sphere of influence. In September 1950, the air field was named George Air Force Base in honor of the late Brigadier General Harold H. George.
Far, where dawn never ends
Away, are echoes the old lady sings
Crying that years
Years I've been trapped in this cave
Inside, a candle consumed by its flame
And all of the repenting words aside
I desire to hurt you
Desert the world you belong to
In the forest where I lay
My hungry heart
My mellow mind
All my thoughts
They're weak in kind
They're dreams
Red is the mountain of mice
Rotten on the hour of demise
The pile, it resembles a crown
And every roaring squel
Is shame in disguise
Coming clear
And all that you wished for
Is becoming right now
Still it stays, in troubling ways
The ire
Far, where dawn never ends
Away, the old lady sings
For years I've been trapped in this cave