Hot. Dry. Magical. Deserts.

That time I went with my parents to Joshua Tree, which was funny because my mom hates deserts, and we ended up visiting a place where Gram Parsons died and drank Chai tea made by the hotel receptionist's family and drew a bus for Lilly on the public art project and went to a concert of some guys who "used to jam with Gram" and sat by a fire outside and looked at stars and nothing was planned and everything was perfect. Except my mom still hates deserts.