The next day, after more swimming and yet more bunny chasing, we headed over to Palm Springs' poor cousin, Desert Hot Springs. But not before we stocked up at T Joe's in PS, because from what we had read about this town, we would not want to be leaving the resort. Driving into town was a clear reminder that Palm Springs was on the other side of the
::Deep Breath::
Moving right along....(no good segue for the chelada)...the place turned out to be great. With the wind and the heat and the abundance of chilled alcoholic beverages water, we started calling it 'Fauxwaii'. There was one large pool for playing and swimming, then five other good-sized warmer pools (hot springs), and two more hot tubs. The best part? The pools are open 24 hours! Being a desert, and being a hot spring...this is a very considerate policy. Our room opened directly onto the pool courtyard, so after the babes fell asleep, we were actually able to slip out and soak in the pool right in front of our room.On mother's day, the place cleared out and we had it to ourselves. The management slipped a special offer under our door to extend our stay at 40% off the regular rate, and it was an offer too good to refuse. So I cancelled our intended return/ last night at teletubby land and we stayed at the mineral springs. For another night. And then just one more. It was that awesome.
We went to a sweet little zoo in Palm Springs which turned out to be the perfect attraction for our children. Bubbles went absolutely mental over the one acre train display.
He finally even got the fact that we meant it when we said that he could not ride it or climb in there.
It was all fine, because just around the bend we saw giraffes!
and zebras!
Zebra front.
Some fabulous zebra ass.
and giant ostriches (is that a redundant use of an adjective?) which scared the crap out of inspired awe within both of my kids!
I got a nervous laugh out of a few zoo guests when I yelled, "Where is the cheetah? OHGOD HAS ANYONE SEEN THE CHEETAH?" and then prattled on about how one could never be Too Careful around Big Cats. And then, just in case the three people who dared to remain standing within crazy-distance of me were still listening, I had to say it.
Because I just don't know when to quit. "Well, let's not forget Christmas Day at the San Francisco Zoo!!!"
Let that be a lesson to all of you, and no, I never did see the damn cheetah. Which, frankly, made me nervous for the rest of the visit.
But we did see these crazy birds. One of them just walked around picking up rocks and then dropping the rock when she found a 'better' rock. It was inordinately funny.
Even better than the zebra butts and gargantuan attack snakes,
was...the freakishly phallic Joshua Tree National Park!
Dude. Seriously. The place was so XXX, and in plain view of the children!
We drove up in the late afternoon, but it was still about a million degrees in the sun, so we romped around for about thirty minutes and then the babes were ready for A Snack. While they were eating their snack, I took a little pee walk.
I was surprised to see this:
But then I saw this:
....Ummmm.....well............
When I walked back from my little
So I walked both of the
When we got home and reviewed the pictures? He had taken the exact same inappropriate rock pictures as I had!
(I will spare you the photo-redundancy details)
Those rocks were STILL up to whatever it is they do; even after we left the scene.
They really should put something on.
7 comments:
Thanks for the travel log! It was priceless!!! The pooooools!!!! Ahhhhh! And did you play the color game correctly???? The giraffe!!!! My FAVE! The snake! My UNFAVE! And your little wimp? I love the placement of his little hands! Oh so distressed!!
But the rocks??? Definitely priceless!!!
Thanks for sharing!!!
A title for the last shot of Bubbles:
"Woa is me...where's my Budweiser & Clamato!"
Oh, come on, you have been BFF's with a girl from Souther Colorado for several years. I though for sure that you knew of beer and Clamato in a can. That, with Menudo, (cow pig stomache lining soup) is the breakfast of Champions!!
Ok, the Chelada is gross.
But I do love the fabulous zebra ass....
Is it bad that I laughed out loud at the cheetah story? Too funny!
Love the rocks!
How weird is it when you have never heard of something and then suddenly it's everywhere??
Chelada billboard right down the street...what the hell??? And then I just saw mention of it over at CityMama. Uck, sounds disgusting, blech!
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