Palm Desert: We Have a Monopoly on Heat
Holy heatstroke. Don't get me wrong, I had a nice, relaxing time. Margarita in one hand, novel in the other, tan lines forming around my bikini. On the other hand, it was literally so hot I wanted to die. After two minutes, you were sweating. After ten, you already felt sunburnt. After thirty minutes, you run to the bar for an icy drink. After an hour, the pool filled with children seems like your only hope.
On Monday, I managed to spend four of these hours by the pool. I ended up getting a pretty good schedule. Ten minutes reading, five minutes in the pool, two minutes laying back with my eyes closed, which was all the time it took to completely dry off, then repeat. I'm not usually a pool person, but there was no way anyone could sit out there for that long without getting in the water. Luckily, I remembered sunscreen, so I didn't burn until three more hours the next day. It's not too bad, considering it felt like the hole in the ozone was directly above us.
If you're having trouble picture this, here's a diagram:
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When you arrive in Palm Desert they assign you a space heater that follows you everywhere, just in case the sun goes behind the clouds or something. It's plugged into the hot air.
On Monday night my mom and I sat on our back porch - oh, we had a PHAT PAD by the way. I have tons of pictures, but I can't upload them to my mom's computer, so they'll have to wait. So we were sitting there, admiring our view of the 9th hole, and suddenly the entire view disappeared behind a wall of sand. I mean, literally, everything vanished. We ran inside and it wasn't long before we heard the thunder, then the power went out. We got the earthquake kit with the flashlights and portable radio from my mom's car and ended up laughing our asses off at things I can hardly even remember now. Including the HUGE tumbleweed that lodged itself next to my mom's car and the ten year old Odwalla bar my mom seemed to think would keep someone alive if they were trapped under debris from a 10.0 earthquake.
Also, we weren't the only ones who questioned going to Palm Desert in August. Not only is it the "off-season" but the entire city is like a ghost town. Stores had signs that said "Will Reopen in September" and the hotel restaurant was only open on the weekends. But, that's okay, I prefer the pool without lots of commotion. We had a good time. I'll be sure to post pictures later, including some of the bunnies and ducks that seemed to live on our porch. Not as cute as baby penguins, but I hear they don't like the desert sun as much.