We often go to Hawaii this time of year, unless we don't, of course, like this year. For a few years we were travelling around the country in our RV which we loved. We saw so many interesting places. We really enjoyed those times.
Of course, we couldn't drive to Hawaii but to get out of town from where we live we had to cross a mountain pass or two. And, in April, we almost always found snow somewhere along the way. Sometimes we expected it. Sometimes we didn't and we would find ourselves buried in the white stuff when we would otherwise be buried in warm sand by the Pacific Ocean.
This year, we did neither - go to Hawaii, or drive an RV. We flew to Palm Desert where the wind blew so hard two nights ago, you would have sworn you were at the beach, the surf too loud to sleep. Indeed, it was too loud for me to get any rest. I moved to the couch in a room with fewer windows to get away from he howling.
With the windows open I could hear the palm trees rustling. Not rustling, louder than that. What's louder than rustling? Slapping. Palm fronds slapping, they were. With the windows closed it was almost worse as the not-airtight windows whistled as the wind forced its way through every crack in the house.
Next day, we went to Borrego Springs, a round trip road trip of around four hours. Found snow along the way. Somehow, that seemed just right.
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