Eight years ago two friends and I took advantage of the long Easter weekend and road tripped to Desert Hot Springs. We booked rooms at a recently refurbished, albeit funky, motor lodge featuring heated mineral-water pools. We explored off the beaten path thrift stores, feasted on BBQ at Pappy and Harriets, and had a sound bath in a dome shaped structure built in the '50s by a leader of the UFO Movement. The weekend was such a success we vowed to make it a tradition. The following year we made our annual Easter pilgrimage to the same quirky desert spot. Sharing the identical astrological sign we were united by a strong sense of movement. Life was pulling us in thrilling directions, and although the changes hadn't fully materialized we were anticipating the new relationships, career moves, and locations that would define the next decade. The following spring our lives had drastically changed. Those weekend jaunts had inspired me to purchase a mid-century modern, fixer upper in Palm Springs which resulted in many more Easter weekends in the arid climate. My other two friends are prospering and having wonderful adventures, one in Paris and the other in New Mexico.
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