In September of 2004, I accompanied my wife, Rachelle, on a business trip to Las Vegas, NV. While she was in class, I entertained myself by visiting a variety of places in the region. When her class was over we took a long weekend, and visited several National Parks in California, before returning to Las Vegas for our trip home.
The first day of her class I decided to get up in the wee hours of the morning to drive the few hours to Joshua Tree National Park in Southern California. Fortunately, I had the time change working in my favor, so I was getting up at the usual time I would have if I were back home and going to work.
The park’s entrance sign welcomes me.
