Soaring above the rocky desert at Skull Canyon, I faced thrills, laughter, and freedom on my first zipline adventure with my aunt and uncle

So no, dune bashing wasn’t what I expected. It was wild. It was dusty. It was sweaty and sandy and so much fun it made my face hurt from smiling. And that dinner under the stars? Magic.

Armed with EMF meters and spirit boxes, our group embarked on a Ghost Tour through some of the most haunted sites in Los Angeles.