After arriving at the house the girls had rented for the party and promptly being shoo’d out the door as soon as everyone else got there, I was left with a bit of a dilemma. Being the amazing planner that I am, I had planned on heading to Joshua Tree National Park to enjoy a few days of solitude with my pack among the funky trees and scrubby brush. The only problem was, I hadn’t reserved a spot or even looked to see if the aRtV could fit on the narrow park roads, it was at least another hour and a half drive to the main gate and I was quickly losing the sun behind the mountains. No big deal, I’ll just get a spot at a local park for the night and head out in the morning. Except every park I called had other plans and was closed for the night. They say that necessity is the mother of invention... Well, thank god for satellite imaging, because I needed somewhere to park for the night. After striking out finding a legal parking spot on my own, I quickly found a city park on maps that had wide streets and lots of space for parking; time for some glamping in the concrete jungle.
I digress...
Then the phone rang...
When I arrived at the party pad, I was greeted with a hero’s welcome. I had come to save the day from pesky selfies and rid the afternoon of distracting cellphones! After an afternoon of fun in the sun and getting a look behind the curtain into the mysterious world of the bachelorette party, the girls were confronted with a crisis. There was no more Champaign and they were running dangerously low on fruit for fruity drinks. What’s a guy to do? Being the only one who could legally drive at this point, I was unanimously nominated to embark to the grocery store and resupply the party. No backpacking for me today, but there are worse things than having to take pictures of beautiful young women in bikinis and make them fruity cocktails.
The morning of day four was met with the pains of Champaign hangovers and the reality of having to say goodbye. The party was over and it was time for everyone to start their journeys home. The mood was somber and the farewells genuine, as everyone but Sara packed their suitcases into cars and gave their salutations. It wouldn’t be long ‘till everyone would be reunited once again for the wedding day, but until then, it was goodbye for now and time for Sara and I to resume our adventure.
To be continued...
Topher Mack
Artist Couple