Roadtrip: LA to Palm Springs

Palm Springs Wind Farm

Lights up. The four of us stand outside of Stephe's rented convertible and we stare at the trunk, relieved that all of our bags fit snugly next to each other. Rach and I climb into the back and the guys settle into the front seats, ready for the two hour drive to Palm Springs. We wave adios to Los Angeles, leaving the smog for the suckers. We're headed to the desert, and nothing will stop us.