The city is a mid-century city in more than just architecture. The car is king here (even though the King has a honeymoon house), roads are wide and speeds are well above 25 mph. Bike lane sharrows are rare and actual lanes and cycle tracks even more so. This is a shame since the weather is so nice here and terrain so level. There are sidewalks but they aren’t well lit at night. We rented a car at the airport—one of those strange Southern California half indoors-half outdoors airports.
The Palm Springs Aerial Tramway takes you to the top of the China Canyon, about 8,000 some odd feet up. In the photo below, at left-center, you can see the windmills from a far that I’ll see closer up later on.
I’ve never been so immersed in mid-century architecture. It was like stepping back in time. There were even a lot of vintage cars which added to the out-of-place feeling. It was very clear that in this lived-in desert, gravel landscaping is an artform.
Enormous, monumental rocks contrast the low and horizontal architecture.
I thought it was funny that the area even refers to itself as the desert, “Best car deals in the desert!arket”. I had the Best Date Shake in the Desert at the Windmill Market, just across from the windmills, and it was amazing—freshly picked dates (I also took a pound home), vanilla ice cream and milk. This is the largest wind farm I’ve ever seen. Elegant dinosaurs of the future.
A few of the things that manage to survive in the desert.
Before arriving I hilariously thought we’d have to make sure we went to the right spot to see a Joshua Tree. Not so.
Apparently, on a clear day you can see Mexico. You can just barely see Palm Springs in this photo, not sure about Mexico.