Hiked in the mountains for a few hours, then walked down into Palm Springs for a late lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and beer.
Category: Place
Bridge of Thighs
It was time for another neighborhood walk in pursuit of the improbable. The Bridge of Thighs, as it’s known locally, connects two parts of a nudist resort. Canvas panels help passing motorists to keep their eyes on the road.
Supermarket Hike
Filled our backpacks at a supermarket. Our urban hike for today.
Bus There, Walk Back
A city bus dropped us off a few blocks from a trailhead. Walked back on a rugged trail in the San Jacinto mountains, 1,000 feet above Palm Springs.
Yard Art on Steroids
Dwight jogged, I walked. Found a home on a half-block lot crammed with kitsch. Neighbors in this up-market, residential, Movie Colony neighborhood don’t appreciate this free expression. Frank Sinatra, who once lived in the next block, would surely have sent his boys round.
Don’t Sit Here
Our urban hike included a botanical garden founded by a Keystone Cop, and an architecture museum in a former bank. Important chairs, arranged chronologically, from the past century, included examples by Frank Lloyd Wright and Eero Saarinen. Here, the drive-through window remains.
Ghosts of Legends
With the continuing heat wave, stayed in our neighborhood with ghosts of Hollywood legends. Elizabeth Taylor’s former home is two blocks away. Later, walked past Peter Lawford’s house where Marilyn Monroe met President Kennedy. Later still, Marilyn Monroe’s house, shown here.
Balcony View
View from the balcony of our rental apartment. Earlier we hiked uphill, but turned around with temperatures, unusually, in the 90’s. When the sun goes behind the mountain, the desert air is suddenly comfortable. Next week we’re promised daytime temperatures in the 60’s and 70’s.
Juxtapositions
An urban day. 4 miles round-hike to a supermarket to fill our backpacks, back to our rental apartment. Cooled off with beer and pizza at the Palm Springs Art Museum. Silently thought about juxtapositions of art pieces, as suggested by a curator on our last visit a few years ago.
Nude Tap Dancing?
I thought it was for real, and found the idea of tap dancing au naturel mildly disturbing. Dwight managed to assure me it was a joke.