Joshua Tree National Park

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Just received a letter from my son Tyler, who got married on August 31.  Handwritten, thanking my wife Carol and I for helping out before during and after the wedding.  Here are the words he used in reference to the time we shared together: Chaotic, loving, bonding, collaborative, enchanting.  Agree.  Thanks, Tyler.  I continue on, dreaming of living free of expectations of any kind, "loving what is" as Byron Katie says.

Here is where we were earlier today:
Carol at our campsite in 29 Palms. Two miles from a big  (8000 folks) Marine base (Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center) and 10 miles from Joshua Tree National Park

Joshua Tree National Park.  Rockpiles, but these are really good ones. 
We're in Arizona now, I plan to tell you more about it. We had 17 days in California. We'll be back.


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