An absolutely brilliant take on "Carbon Offsets" currently being offered by companies like TerraPass when purchasing airfare.

An absolutely brilliant take on "Carbon Offsets" currently being offered by companies like TerraPass when purchasing airfare.
Part of the in-flight instructions prior to the departure of our Palm Springs to Phoenix flight. Place the emphasis on highly.
That's right friends! Palm Springs not only specializes in superficial advertisements, they have rotating trams! The world's largest rotating tram no less!* (Is that sort of like the world's largest corn palace?)
Tim and I headed up after the conference sessions wrapped up on Wednesday. Despite my chiding, it is quite a dramatic shift as the tram rises nearly 7,000 feet from desert to full alpine elevations, and this time of year from summer to winter in 11 minutes.
I nearly fell off the toilet when I found this advert in a copy of Palm Springs Life left in our hotel bathroom. Really the advertisement speaks for itself. I'll let it.
Excellent message Denise Robergé! I don't know which is scarier, the marketing insecurity and jealousy on one side or materialism on the other. Pathetic.
Tim did a little research before we left Boise and discovered Palm Canyon, an oasis of palms in the middle of sagebrush desert. The area is home of the Agua Caliente Band of the Cahuilla (Kaw-we-ah) Tribe.
It was a surprising environment. In several hundred steps down into the valley the temperature dropped ten degrees and what had been a harsh desert landscape became lush, green and alive.
We hiked up canyon and in a couple miles the walls narrowed and we were left to scramble over rocks and boulders, discovering waterfalls, flowers and hidden grottos in the in the jumbled landscape.
Landing in Palm Springs I'm greeted with an outdoor concourse complete with a sunbathing lawn. All inside the TSA secured area. Coming fresh from winter it's a little disorienting.
In an act of blatant civil obedience I joined over a hundred cyclists in what turned out to be a bike-laden stroll down the Greenbelt through Riverside Village. It was a great turnout for a blustery day.
It's difficult to say if this was the right method or not. It certainly didn't lead to any arrests and it was the first story on the evening news so either:
a.) I live in a really safe town where nothing much exciting happens
b.) It was just the perfect response
Truthfully, either reality is fine by me.
Invite your friends and families to ride / walk in solidarity with us, we can affect a change! If you know someone who can speak to our group, at the event, invite them. There is no official leadership or control for this event, it is an effort of the community, not one small group! Anyone is welcome but it should be said that best behavior and respect for the community should be the norm. We are trying to change an unjust law not start a riot or sour an already narrow support of bicyclists. Remember...Saturday March 15, 2008: 10:00 am MST, Glenwood and Marigold (across from Garden City, City Hall.
For my birthday Shelly surprised me with an overnight ski trip to Brundage. She planned everything, complete with appetizers in the truck on the way to McCall. It was incredibly sweet, but more importantly, some incredibly sweet skiing. They'd had six inches on Monday and Tuesday, none Wednesday, but the burn your retinas bluebird day that greeted us more than made up for it.
My parents surprised me by buying plane tickets less than a week in advance. You'd think living 3,000 miles away would give you a little more time to patch the holes in the wall, rake up all the beer cans and send the loose women to the curb. But they love you, so you do what you can to accommodate them. My parents of course, not the loose women (I sent them to the curb remember).
Here's a few shots of our adventures, pity I didn't have my camera with me when we went down to the Snake River Birds of Prey and toured the petroglyphs at Centennial Park.
Stupid Dingo documents the adventures of Brent and his Stupid Dingo, Kootenai, currently residing in Boise, Idaho USA.
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