This post will encompass two trips I went on, one almost three months ago and the other almost two. I’m so good at doing things in a timely manner that I’m also writing this on election night while pretending that the world isn’t slowly falling into hellfire.*
The title of this post comes from this song by Dean Martin with the same title. I googled songs about Palm Springs and it was the first to show up. It’s quite a number. It’s also perfect because the two places I went after going home were Palm Springs, and then Austin Texas.
These are photos I took on the way out to Palm Springs. We all thought the “other Desert Cities” sign was hilarious.
A lot of the drive looks like a lot of the drive to Las Vegas, too. Desert, mountains, more desert, some random casinos, some random outlet malls. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Rocks in front of mountains are really interesting to me, they make a good foreground. You also drive by a wind farm on the way to Palm Springs. This is the second or third wind farm I’ve driven by. The best being the one in Oklahoma that we drove by in the dark that looked like some sort of robot army winking at my mom and I.
On the way back we saw this tiny house on a hill and it looked too darned adorable to not photograph. We also made a couple of pit stops just for fun. The first being at a giant dinosaur.
Make that two giant dinosaurs. You can go inside the brontosaurus. There’s a gift shop, and it looks like you used to be able to explore more of it. There was no option to enter the giant t-rex.
We stood outside at about noon, staring at these giant dinos and going “Should we pay money for the ‘museum’ next door?” It was a pretty unanimous no on that front. So we got back in the cars and my car headed to a replica of the first ever In-N-Out.
For those of you from the east coast who have never heard of In-N-Out here is the deal: it’s a very basic burger chain. That’s all they have, burgers and fries and milkshakes. They use real potatoes for their fries, fresh beef for the burgers, etc. The reason everyone freaks out about In-N-Out is the secret menu. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. There’s also secret menus at Starbucks and Jamba Juice**
It being southern California in September there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and it was at least 90 degrees. The replica is pretty cool, and there’s someone who works there handing out stickers and information on the stand.
So that’s my trip to Palm Springs. Next I went to Austin Texas and forgot to take almost any pictures. The ones I did take are on my instagram. You can find those here.
Austin was fucking fabulous. My amazing friend Melanie took me to go to Austin City Limits music festival. We danced. We drank. We rocked around the clock, and by that I mean we went to sleep at 11:30 every night.
Next up is my trip to Portland that I took at the beginning of this month. Prepare for way too many photos of trees. I’m serious, it’s at least 50.
*The world in general is pretty mediocre, my world is about 80% great and 20% question marks.
** and I’m sure many other places, but let’s be real, I don’t have that kind of time or appetite for fast food.