Los Angeles & Joshua Tree, California
The hubs and I took a hipster pilgrimage to Joshua Tree for my thirtieth. We accidentally booked the weekend to coincide with Coachella, which was traffic a nightmare and the only bar in town had a two-hour wait for a table. Other than that, all was well. Our airBNB was incredible, a DIY shack with a Canadian caretaker who stacked inuksuks throughout the property for ‘enhanced good vibes’. We took a sound bath at the Integratron, bought vintage goodies in Yucca Valley and watched the sunset in the park. We wore SPF 50 with 11.9% zinc for our Seattle-pale skin while riding around a very gaudy rental car. What a time to be alive.