Being of limited funds and consecutive days off, I take my kicks when I can get ’em. Two impromptu trips in the last several weeks lifted my spirits – first via bike to the Marin Headlands, then to Death Valley for a yoga retreat. Yip!

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Hippies and/or lovers of Jesus are all-pervasive out here. This rock art read “agape” in a heart, followed by a two-headed arrow pointing to infinity.

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P. Ford searching for the perfect rock to throw into an abandoned military manhole.

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He got really into it.

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Tourist shot.

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Windsurfing under the bridge! My new goal.

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I coulda sworn this wasn’t Egypt…

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Heeeeey ladies.

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The landscape out here was so varied! Dunes, mountains, salt flats, fake palm oases (that was a human touch), variegated crumbling rock. I felt like I was surrounded by a silent collection of the most impartial judges of humanity in the world, that cared not whether we lived or died.

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Just before hitting the salt flats. We drove home that night, through the dark and the silence, and later the (surprising!) 5am traffic and sudden rains.