The Average Age Is Death

View from our balcony

So it is my friend, Phil, described the social demo of Palm Springs. Oh, I'd been there a couple of times for Betty Ford Treatment Center events, but never to stay, to engage, to get to know the bike routes, the flora, the beauty, and the stop-of-life-on-the-streets after 9:00 p.m.

Palm Springs turned out to be a delightful, sort of languid week. Our time-share accommodations allowed for a two-bedroom suite with a full kitchen--room to breathe, unpack and not disturb each other for late-night to bed or early morning to rise for one or the other of us. Most of the busy-busy of re-fi-ing the mortgage was done and we literally had time to read, ride, and appreciate the beauty of the area.

Kirk took two guided tours of the Indian Canyons, we visited the Palm Springs Art Museum, and the Living Desert, Joshua Tree National Park, and of course I rode, and rode, and rode. But, most of those miles needed to be in the books before 10:00 a.m. cuz the temp was pretty intense after that--still in the 107 neighborhood most days. We even caught the movie, 7 Days in Utopia; not a bad coming of age flick. I appreciate how Robert Duvall and Clint Eastwood are finding ways to create messages of wisdom, integration of learnings from life, and are comfortable with a gentleness that they were not ready to portray in earlier years.

As much as we enjoyed PS, we're oh so glad to be moving to Tucson where the average age is much younger than death, the University energy is vivid, the streets are alive with the sound of music, and pluralism abounds.

Kirk in the Joshua Tree National Park

Joshua Tree in the National Park