Hiked Lost Horse Loop Trail, Joshua Tree National Park.
Category: Place
Palm Oasis
We’re staying in a comfortable old one-star inn beside Joshua Tree National Park. Today we did a couple hikes. The turnaround for one was a mine that had been abandoned about 100 years ago. The other took us to this palm oasis, a striking sight after a dry, desert hike.
Palm Springs City Hall
Walked over to Budget to pick up their smallest, cheapest car I’d reserved weeks ago. Along the way, nosed around City Hall, designed by Albert Frey (a theme this week), completed 1952. Budget only had a Ford Mustang convertible for us, no up-charge, which we accepted grudgingly.
Albert Frey Lived Here
We’ve caught glimpses of this house as we looked down from mountain trails. Local star-architect, Albert Frey, designed this gorgeous 800 square foot home in 1964 and lived here for 30 years. Today, we got a chance to go inside. Our rental apartment was designed by Frey in 1946.
Honoring LGBTQ Veterans
Rode a city bus to Desert Memorial Park where, in 2019, California was the first state to dedicate a memorial to LGBTQ veterans. Until recently, the US military routinely discharged members for their sexual orientation.
Hike and Grilled Cheese
Hiked in the mountains for a few hours, then walked down into Palm Springs for a late lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and beer.
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.