Birthday boy
I got up at 5 a.m. to do my training run (more on that later...), then set out to join Tammy and the architect crew at our rental cabin. They had spent the previous night and were already in vacay mode.
Driving off the paved road for about 15 min takes you to 'Shangri-La'...
which is the name of this sweet mid-century modern pad...
with a crazy desert view.
Of course- everyone was gone getting hippie sound cleansed when I arrived, so I played catch up with JD and candy. Then I had a mini photo-session in the desert.
The group returned and we set out to Joshua Tree National Park for a hike.
Once the sun went down, we headed out to Pappy & Harriet's for bbq dinner and some live music and additional Jack Daniels (well, for me anyway...)
After dinner- we went home for birthday cupcakes and gossip and a fire and outer space watching.
..and another sip of Jack.
The next morning- we woke up for nutella breakfast.
After eating half our collective weight in hazelnut spread, we ran around the desert like over-excited, over-caffeinated looney bins.
Shipping container slaloms!
Desert ballet!
Best part of waking up.
Johanna swings!
The we cleaned up the house and went into town. We saw looots of antique shops.
Which are generally boring and lame. Generally.
One shop broke the mold by selling real buffalo skulls. WHAAA? A real skull?! I had to buy one.
So did Patrick.
(pictured with Skullward)
After Skulliver was purchased and safely placed into the backseat of the mazda,
Carefully wrapped skull and my pajamas.
I headed back to LA. Only to get caught in an epic traffic jam like none other.
My view for 3.5 hours.
The humanity.
It lasted forever.
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