Sea of Sand Dunes
I love going to Palm Springs and the Parker and getting seaweed wraps at the yacht club (spa @ the Parker for reference). But there is something about abandoned desolate places in the desert that I love just a little bit more.
Last weekend my friend Sarah and I drove to the desert Southeast of Palm Springs. We stopped at Salvation Mountain. Unfortunately, (or fortunately - depending on how you look at things) it was the Bombay Beach Biennale, and 5 million people were at Salvation Mountain. We originally thought they were just super obsessed with Jesus and had come to pay their respects on a Saturday, but no it was the Biennale. The people dressed as nuns and the biker gang in "Jesus 4 Salton Sea" t-shirts were giving me major anxiety and clogging the background of photos so we only spent half an hour there.
We went to the Imperial Sand Dunes (45 minutes further East) and rented ATVs. Even though I've rented an ATV two times before (which obviously makes me an expert), I don't think I was ever made aware that they have gears that have to be manually changed!? Maybe before I was renting one for a child? Who knows. I kept stopping and turning the ATV off to take pictures and then I wasn't able to get it into the right gear to turn it back on. The man who rented it to me was appalled that I hadn't ever ridden a motorcycle or driven a manual car before. I had to call him like seven times from a sand dune to ask him to talk me through shifting gears so I could make it work. The good news is I am still alive and I now understand how to shift gears on an ATV.
We wanted to watch the sunset at the Salton Sea and get dinner at Norma's, so we left the dunes and drove back to Bombay Beach (which was still completely filled with nuns and bikers 4 Jesus - there was no parking). So we went further back along the 111 and ran along the empty beaches of the Salton Sea as the sun set. It was freezing cold and windy af and my shoes were full of fish skeletons by the end of it. But in this picture it looks like I'm in Miami. (I bought the giant bunny at target in Palm Desert for $13; and yes this is a totally normal outfit to wear in 52 degree weather in an ecological disaster zone).
We called the Parker to make a dinner reservation at Norma's and the whole hotel is closed until March 29th (!!!!!! the horror !!!!!!!). So we had dinner at the Ace.