A trip fail to the snooze fest of a city called San Diego was remedied with an impromptu late night drive out to the desert last Saturday. It was midnight, and pivotal life-altering plans were just made at Urth Caffe minutes earlier. While we’re on the subject on doing things we’ve only dreamed of doing, why not drive out to a place we’ve never been?
Two and a half hours later, and a brief pass through 29 Palms, we found ourselves at a camp site surrounded by rocks the size of a house, lying in the back of our car, staring up a blanket of stars and listening to the sound of nothing but nothing.
Our brief road trip ended with breakfast at the Ace Hotel – no pictures, but it still looks from last year, I swear.