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Night Under The Stars

Maggie OwensComment
Squad blowing' up in Joshua Tree. Literally. We had to blow up the newest member of our squad, Flamingo. He was soon after pierced and deflated by the teddybear cactus. RIP homie. 

Squad blowing' up in Joshua Tree. Literally. We had to blow up the newest member of our squad, Flamingo. He was soon after pierced and deflated by the teddybear cactus. RIP homie. 

... So we kind of signed up for a night of camping in Joshua Tree knowing we had a 10 person tent and no instructions on how to assemble it. 

(We actually went tent shopping a couple weeks before this trip and decided an eight-person tent would be our MAX but then we got this 10 person one for free so we decided just to roll with it). Turns out setting up a 16 foot tent with absolutely no guidance at all IS NOT as intuitive as it sounds. 

This meant we had essentially signed up for a night of camping in Joshua Tree with NO tent. Some call it "sleeping under the stars." We thought of it more like "lying in the open desert trying for hours to google which kind of spiders kill you but not really having any reception." 

It was an emotional night. Ceil cried into her veggie tamales. A lizard mounted Maggie, not in a sexual way, but kind of in a dominant prison way all the same. We survived.