No doubt about it, Palm Springs is hot. The good news is that we’ve discovered how fabulously well our air-conditioning works in the camper. Inside we’re cooler than at our Colorado mountain home in the summer.
Yesterday evening I took my first run at low altitude and I felt like Super Woman! It was dusk, the heat had begun to wane and dozens of bats swooped above. While I explored a superbly manicured golf course community I kept thinking, “Wow, I’m just not tired”. Whereas a short run up CR 306 in Buena Vista has me panting, my legs moved effortlessly here.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been in a neighborhood where homes were such absolute replicas of each other. It was a strange combination of apartment living and detached housing. The perfection of it all from shrubs to lighting was eerie.
A quick visit to downtown Palm Springs this morning made me yearn for an opportunity to relax at an outside bar with Alex and have a beer. Oh how different life is. Instead we visited a local toy shop where Elias played with a train set for nearly 45 minutes and left with a mini VW bus, complete with surfboard on top. We felt it was appropriate.
Right now Xavier is lying next to me on a cushioned bench. I swear he is going to roll over any second. He is trying so hard that I might have to catch him before he goes over the edge. These little guys grow way too fast.