After an atomically awful personal week coupled with a shite storm of a work week, my trip to California could not have arrived at a more perfect crossroads. With meetings in San Diego next week, I decided to spend the weekend prior in Palm Springs, having heard amazing things from friends with travel tastes I trust.
It was to be some serious down time that I could not have even predicted how much I’d need after this week’s mental marathon. I could shop, or spa, or pool, or read, or hike, or do a million different things to recenter myself. So naturally, the first item on my solo, girly weekend agenda was to see the Cabazon Dinosaurs.
Invigorated by the tiny desert pit stop, I decided that minimal iPhone battery aside, that I would head straight to the Palm Springs aerial tram. 8,500 feet up, I enjoyed a glass of champs because what’s a state park without it?