Phoenix, Arizona. It never rains, yet somehow they have a million golf courses and everyone has grass.
As soon as we dropped down into the desert on the eastern side of Phoenix, the temperature jumped from 50 to 90 degrees. We'd woken up in a frozen tent that morning in the Tonto National Forest, which may or may not have been closed for the season. The whole day was pretty much spent downhill.
The most exciting moment of the trip for me occurred while filming this shot: