Destination: Joshua Tree BBQ. Finally.

But first: Big Dude's GoPro compilation of our day hike, replete with rock climbing/jumping/throwing/& bowling. Some stick action, too. And selfies. Of course.  Oh, and Middle Dude danced a jig on a narrow ledge.  I kid you not.



Again, we arrive at twilight.  We drive past the Ocotillo Patch, where the plants are just on the cusp of blooming. Full moon…
We drive past the Chollo Garden … Two of us do a token rock climb.  Three of us wait in the car.  Because, COLD, WINDY, Brrrr. Ok.  BBQ pit bound.  Campgrounds are again heavily populated, but not full this time. And we find a pit.  And we start a fire. And we attempt to bbq bacon, hot dogs, and shmores.  But honestly, it was too difficult to keep the fire rip-roaring long enough to do any serious amount of cooking.  Because, COLD (low 40s), breezy, wimpy wood, high-altitude.  So, the dogs were luke-cool and the bacon was barely crispy (and we won’t talk about how long it took to attempt crispy!), but the shmores were just fine.  And we brought that fire smell back with us in the car and hours later into our home.  And days of airing out and laundry loads later, the smoke smell was but a distant memory.