We went full throttle into the desert, the heat emanating from the road, sand and hills surrounding us. The sun’s rays beat onto the road, which the tarmac bounced back to us. We were forced to do something I couldn’t dream about in months of a New England winter – turn on the air conditioning. Desert driving is it’s own peril. Road Trippin’ Through Sand Mirages spew forth from the ground in every direction, but especially upon the roadway that you’re driving. This was more like a stereotypical desert, sand as far as I could see. Even the occasional picturesque sand dunes. After crossing into Arizona, we started coming across cacti the height of a man. Their prickly arms outstretched, pointing the way and urging you on through the desert. Dance in the Capital Arriving in Phoenix around sunset, we quickly found what we were looking for, Hance Park, a decent sized park in the middle of the city, that on this particular weekend was housing the McDowell Mountain Music Festival. On