let's not get too ahead of ourselves

Ahoy,

After getting a season pass to the Palm Springs Aerial Tramway last weekend, I realized that I've never had an annual pass, no less season pass to anything. Upon this revelation, I instantly became more excited about being in the desert. The RRS spent most of his life as an annual pass holder to Disneyland. Such deprivation - he spent his formative years in.

But it's still the desert, one can only be so excited before one remembers it's the desert and it's blisteringly sunny. We rode the tram up a couple thousand feet and began the hunt for the birthday boy.  We got a cake that morning for our friend we were planning on meeting there, and then we promptly spent the day hand carrying it up and down the mountain looking for him. We never did, and ended up eating the cake ourselves. I have a suspicion this was the plan of the RRS all along because mousse is his favorite.

The girl to guy ratio this time was the highest I've ever seen in all the climbing trips he's dragged me on. And the RRS completed the climbs he's been talking about for forever, Swing Dance V7, and Power Windows V6. These climbs had taken over his life to the extent that bedside chatter, dinner conversation, online videos, etc. involved tramway lingo. Our life had been consumed by this endless stream of meticulous strategizing. But in all seriousness, he looked solid on those climbs - smooth and easy. And I'm so glad!

The car ride home was not as endless as other car rides. It was livened up by a big dust storm, which was incredibly scary and exciting and sooooo cool! We rolled into the San Gabriel Valley for dinner and Taiwanese dessert. Driving through that area, it seemed like all the cars around us were banged up in one form or another. You should all take that as a warning to drive with extra caution and be wary of cars in general (that's what I did).

dustily garbed,
jt