Dusty desert roads unfurled before us as we drove through Joshua Tree, California. We’d be arriving at our Airbnb — a simple mid-century ranch without a neighbor in sight — in a matter of minutes, and all I could focus on was unlocking the door, unloading the kids, unpacking our luggage, and breathing a deep, deep sigh of relief.
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