Palm Springs

Rising before the crack of dawn, we packed up our camp site, left our camping gear at the entrance to the park hoping anyone would beneift from the cheap gear we had purchased, and bid our farwells to Yosemite as the sun rose, leaving us with the orange glowing rocks as a final memory of the amazing national park.

With the seven and a half hour drive ahead of us we settled into roadtrip mode, cranked the music and let the wind blow in our hair.  We had many stops along the way at little vinatge markets, toilet stops, hick diners directly from Pulp Fiction (the only part missing was that our waitress was not smoking at our table as she took our order). We passed through cute little towns that hadn't changed since Country and Western times.

We arrived to our lush hotel at Palm Springs that I managed to swindle a free night's accommodation through my travel agnecy connections at the Ace Hotel.  It was on the grounds of a mid-century modern hotel and the converted attached diner used to be an old Denny's.  It was Sunday and it seemed that half of Palm Springs was having their Sunday recovery party session at the pool.  The party was happening and we were right into the ice-cold maragritas and poolside listenting of tacky DJ tunes!  It was so nice to relax the muscles after the epic hikes at Yosemite and the long drive down.  Also to add to the bliss we had a dramatic temperature change.  From a chilly Yosemite to a balmy 40 degree desert heat - i was in my prime.

The hotel was so lush and hip and we basically spent the full amount of time we were allowed to stay at the hotel, just there! The only other stop was to check out the mid-century architecture scattered throughout the city.

Palm Springs, you were good to us.