No Roses in Palm Springs

Posted on
Jan 21, 2014

There are no roses in Palm Springs. At least, none that we saw. So if we couldn’t stop and smell those, there was only one thing left to do:

We had to pause and contemplate the cacti.

(Note: Rand is growing out his facial hair and having way too much fun doing it.)

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