Frank, Dino and the rest of the Rat Pack boys are no longer here but as promised in the Flintstone’s theme song come on out and you can have a “gay old time“.
There’s actually some pretty good outdoors activities here that don’t involve a pool or spoiling a good walk with a little white ball invented by the devil (can you tell I’m not a fan of golf?) I went hiking today above Bob Hope’s mushroom looking house.
I did not take L on the hike because of concerns around hiking being bad for her knees. The trail climbed about 1000 feet. Still some snow up on the mountains.
quit work & travel…I hate you
Nice to see some shots of Palm Springs again, glad that you’re loving life still my friend. Bonefishing in Turneffe was grand, just now headed back and then off to Chiapas on Tuesday …
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