A Night in the Desert
Last weekend, Joy and I took a short vacation to my Grandparents' condo in Palm Springs. After arriving at the condo, we discovered some sweet hats in my Grandma's closet.
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We decided it was time to hit the town with our new hats! While walking the streets of downtown Palm Springs, we stopped to have a chat with an old friend - Joy kindly shared her drink with him.
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After an exhausting evening with our hats - we headed to bed to rest up for our adventurous trip up the San Jacinto Mountains. The next morning we took the lovely spinning tram up the mountains of Palm Springs.
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We arrived at the summit and took a walk on the snowy mountain trails.
Joy stopped to feed the wildlife.
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I stood on a rock and flared my nostrils.
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Then, I attempted to take a picture of myself in the snow
... but it looks like Blair Witch.
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4 Comments:
How you find the time to run the church, spend a night in the desert, and THEN blog about it(!), I have no clue....
However, I did enjoy this post. :)
Jenny, do you ever sleep? j/k
I do not know how you have the time to do it all either - you must be good at that time management thing. . .
Hey now, you call that a nostril flare? You spent an entire evening dressed like a man, that should be more than enough to make you capable of a good, manly nostril flare. Flare harder next time!
-Peter
PS: This message was brought to you by the word 'flare', the letters Q and G, and by the number 4.
To be honest, I actually did not intend to flair while standing on the rock ... it often times comes naturally. If given a second chance, I would flare much harder.
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