California Screaming

Let me just say that there is no more boring land then I-10 in California, from the Colorado River and Arizona/California border, until you drop about 500 feet straight down to Sonny Bono Parkway in Palm Springs or there about. Holy crap, once you tell the California Border Patrol that you're not sneaking walnuts into CA from AZ, there ain't nuthin' and nobody. Not even mile markers. There are, however, emergency phones every mile. Unfortunately, since there are no mile markers, you have no idea where to tell them to pick you up in case of emergency.

Once we got settled in the 'Sands RV and Golf Resort', two neighbors rushed to tell us that it would probably get windy. And it did. This place is at the end of a 'V' through a mountain pass with a zillion whirling wind machines. When we got home from our survey of trendy Palm Springs (more on that), we had to hold CoriBob so that she didn't blow off. The bus is rocking and if we open the door, the Sonora desert comes on inside to visit with us while all the loose paper inside blows out. But it's a beautiful view as we're surrounded by mountains and can look out over the valley.

Ya know, despite street names like Doris Day Way and Gene Autry Parkway, there is nothing happening and no where to do it in Palm Springs. It does have some of the greenest grass and lawns in the desert. I don't know where they find the water but there's a golf courses behind every wall and real live lawns. But no ice cream stores. There's a couple of shopping centers with mostly empty shops and a Lowes and Home Depot. Geez, wouldn't you think there would be a Baskin Robbins or a Saks or something snazzy with all that money just sitting around in living rooms? Maybe no one eats ice cream cones in CA. And it's so small you can drive through town in about 15 minutes.

We do a marathon 9-hour drive to Sonoma and Napa Valley tomorrow -- around and through LA and San Fran but I really believe the wine tasting will be worth it. Don says it won't. CoriBob just pants and wants to go back to Pensacola.