We get four inches of rain per year. It’s dry and dusty here In the Mojave Desert. I watch the tumbleweed roll on by, From the window, In this empty room.
We get four inches of rain per year. It’s dry and dusty here In the Mojave Desert. I watch the tumbleweed roll on by, From the window, In this empty room.
Upon moving to the Vegas valley, Mike and I assumed that many of our favorite hangouts would be in the center of Las Vegas—amongst all the casinos, tourists, world-class eateries and entertainment. We were wrong. As it turns out, we often prefer hanging out in Boulder City, a small town about thirty minutes southeast of …
My heart starts quickening, and I’m feeling excited, as I’m reading yet another cool article about a place on my radar. “Mike, would you like to visit Bend, Oregon?” I ask with growing enthusiasm. He looks over at me, with an eyebrow raised. “Why do you ask?” he says. “Because I’ve heard so many great …
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It was Valentine’s Day. Mike and I were standing on the cliff’s edge in La Jolla, California, looking out at the beautiful shoreline. The sky was clear and blue. The temperature was mild and comfortable. There were large brown seals sunbathing on the cliffs below us, and all sorts…
Driving past the gates into the Zion National Park in Utah had us stunned. Zion, with various rich colors in the soaring, abundant mountains that tower over everything and everyone, a rushing river along the clay colored roads, and the beautiful starry sky above—is truly spectacular. It’s no wonder that this is one of the …
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