After a second night’s stay, I left Palm Springs for an easy 4-hour jaunt to Phoenix – so I thought. Maybe it was the long day in Joshua; maybe the Cheesecake Factory pasta. Whatever – I hadn’t felt so unwell in years, like “I can’t keep driving” unwell. Getting a midday motel room in Blythe unwell. Asking the desk clerk to check on me, calling my sister, and laying inert on the bed for 20 hours unwell. So let’s just gaze at pretty desert flowers.






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