This past weekend we went up and over to Visalia, CA. Or, as I came to call it: really, really, hot land. Holy Hot.

I have never been to “The Valley.” Let’s reiterate that this Valley is not THE Death Valley, but now I’d like to ask, what Valley is not considered a “Valley of Death?” Because I’m pretty sure I wanted to die.

The reason for roasting, you ask? 

This beaut! An old barn to gather reclaimed wood and other treasures. The site was great; filled with old wood-framed windows, dulled glass bottles, rusty wine barrels, worn wood. A fun, old, playground. Great picture opportunities but no great cooling down opportunities. Ice cold beers were brought and consumed, thinking we might cool down from the inside. However, when your beer warms up within five minutes of opening, it doesn’t allow for much relief.

We hunted in the heat and found great finds. And really, who needs to beat the heat when you’re in the company and suffering with good friends, good food, and warm beer?! Cheers to Visalia and the Hot Hunting!

Cheers! -L