After a summer of sticky sweaty sizzling New York heat, Mitch and I settled into Suburbia America, Roseville California. Complete with backyard swimming pools, three car garages, and manicured lawns, Mitch and I had never seen cheap plastic America look so appealing. Once the novelty of fresh blended margaritas and AC wore off, we were ready to go get dirty in the desert. It was great fun while it lasted though!
