Super Bloom, 2019: Day 1

All in all, Day 1 was not so eventful.  The drive there was rainier than expected.  Upon seeing the huge wind farm on the way in to Palm Springs, Child continuously marveled.  "LoooOOOK! Windmill!  COOOoool. When I go back to school, I'll tell everyone I saw 5 or 6 dozen windmills," Child said upon setting eyes on San Gorgonio Pass wind farm, home of over 3,000 wind turbines.

Driving down Palm Canyon Dr, we noticed far more foot traffic of a completely basic variety on a weekday afternoon than there had been before.  There were also a lot of newer mall-looking things that these basics were foot trafficking into and out of.  Such direct, grotesque capitalism stood in direct contrast to the mid-century modern, old-gay sensibilities that made us like Palm Springs.

Between our late departure, need to eat and supreme confidence that we had two full days of vacationing in front of us, we first dined at Native Foods Cafe like we always did before proceeding to the hotel.  Upon inquiring about a second night, it had been sold out!  Looks like we would have to improvise.  New plan was to get up early on Day 2 and just do a lot of driving.

In the meanwhile, Mom and Child explored the hotel and thrifted.  Dad looked after Dog, taking a walk around the Palm Springs Convention Center (literally around, as it was closed to the public).  Having been so taken in by the beauty of the built environment before, Dad had never really taken in the natural beauty of Palm Springs.  Nothing like a nice, long evening walk to cure that.  After, Dad and Child swam under the stars at the outdoor pool.  Child loves the water so much, she did her usual insisting that she wasn't cold despite shivering. "I just like to shiver."

Mt San Jacinto at Dusk

Little else of note occurred that night.  Mom did almost get into a fight with a Canadian and noted the poor service all around the city.  Parents have agreed for a long time now that economists should factor quality of retail service as a contrary indicator to economic health.  Bustling as Palm Springs was, this was a reinforcement of that street economist axiom.