I suppose two years in a row makes it an annual tradition. Last year’s trip was hard to describe. I was tied in knots. This year was about liberation, celebration, and overcoming a couple of breakdowns, one of which could have ended the trip if not for the giant heart of a friend and another that had me quite stumped for a bit. It’s not an adventure until something breaks, right?
We brought along a third good friend this year and were quite the odd triplets with a Highlander, a Transit Sportsmobile, and a Vanagon Syncro. The desert was empty; we had the whole place to ourselves. It was cold and windy at night but beautiful in daytime. The photos don’t do this trip justice, and that’s how it should be.
Until next year…
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