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December 29, 2013: Backwoods Phoenix

While in Phoenix, the wife and I decided to get some quality time together, so we left the boy with his Grandma 7 and took a drive out into the wilderness.  We trekked to a secret, undisclosed location, arriving around 1p.  It was an absolutely perfect day, about 75 degrees, a strong breeze blowing, and nothing but singing birds and rustling eucalyptus leaves. The wife wrote while I painted and we only took a break to snack on the last three Reese’s Christmas Trees we had and share a bottle of Coke Zero.


The wife said this is her favorite one so far, but I think that’s just the Reese’s trees talking.