Palm Springs: The Recap

With our toenails painted, we were ready to peace out of San Mateo.

 We had our lion pride packed and ready to roll rawr.

 A quick stop for 21 & over chocolates, America, and a little bit of spelunking.

{Insert driving for dayzzzz here. And traffic. Hella traffic.}

Finally. Windmills. Glorious windmills. 

We're getting close.

We're here. 

We're pumped.

Which way to the pool?

Coffee.

Palm trees. 

Solitude.
Jesus.

 A quick little desert 5k with my workout buds.

No, you are not seeing a mirage.

That is a camel. 

We are in the desert after all.

 Back poolside.

With a local.

Diet coke delivered to my lounge chair.

Do you see why I never wanted to leave?

And the Giants played.

A lot of baseball.

And we took a little break from the sun. 

Someone was concerned we were missing out on all of the fun. 

Cindy and I both woke up to this nosy nelly.

After naptime, for both of us, 

Haydenboo and I caught up a bit on life.

 Oh, and then we went to the conference.

Al Mohler.

I love that guy's humor, and teaching style.

And his love for the Lord.

3 points on the sufficiency of Scripture.

Followed by 7 more points.

It's a good thing I'm a linear thinker.

Back to the house where craziness ensued.

There were poolside s'mores.

And a poolside fife jam sesh.
You read that right.

And another morning spent poolside.

Under this.

Followed by a lot this.

And then somebody turned 9. 

There was cake.

And a curly hair party.

And the next morning, you could find me here.

This is what our compound overlooked.

Desert for dayzzzz.

Compound living means communal eating.

Grilled Cheese Factory. 

Everyone had a job. 

I can butter bread like no one's business.

Post grilled cheese swim.

Handstand push-ups in the pool.

As unathletic as I am, growing up in a pool taught me to do a mean underwater handstand.

Add a push up? No problem.

Like a boss.

Time to cook dinner, already.

We ate a lot this trip.

It happens.

Also, poor ventilation happens.

Followed by the Lord shining down on compound life.

Also, could we have had a cuter visitor? 

She loves herself some Hope sippy.
And goldfish.
SO. MANY. GOLDFISH.

Another full day of swimming.

Ending with 8 adults and two littles in the world's smallest hot tub.

And this night sky. 

Palm Springs, you were good to us.

A fun alternate route, avoiding the grapevine and all it's construction traffic drama.

Route 66 style highway. Straight out of Cars.
I'm pretty sure I saw Mater out there.

And more windmills.

I don't think I could ever get enough of the windmills.

And vacation fun lasted just a smidge longer getting to see Katygirl & her little Giants fans.

A great way to end an incredible 5 days.

PS I think these fans are the Giants lucky charms!
They went on to sweep the Dodgers and tie up for 1st place!