Hit Palm Desert for a few days and was, as usual, struck by the sublime beauty of the sparse wasteland, contrasted with the sheer immensity of the commercial ventures being thrust upon that landscape.
Also struck by the fact that bugs + 100-degree heat at 9 in the morning = never going to live there.
P.S. Our four-year-old didn't quite appreciate the sublime beauty, our six-year-old preferred reading Junie B. Jones to looking out the minivan window, and our two-year-old was too busy removing her shoes and socks to even hear us pointing out another scrub-covered mountain.
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