the last quarter has flown by, and it's been a busy one for this trail rider. i've taken the three-hour tour with sunset ranch from beachwood canyon to burbank where I tied my dappled horse, appropriate named Cherokee, to a hitchin' post and had margaritas with friends before climbing back on my steed for a late night ride back to hollywood.
... bore the light-blinding roadtrip to see joshua trees, their sad, brave limbs waiting at the side of the road to wave me away from the deadly desert heat, only to learn that one doesn't, or shouldn't, visit the desert on a national holiday in the middle of summer. ahh, spontainaety.
the sun only baked my brain slightly, but a nap and a chilly cocktail set me right. later that night, nate and i sang the star spangled banner beside 20,000 friends at the Hollywood Bowl, to which we are now completely hooked. It's a five minute walk from out apartment, which means we don't have to search for seats.
