Indio, California: It was so cold last night, I really missed my human heating pad DT. I fell asleep with rain pounding the roof of the RV and a dark wind howling.

It was just like a song Jimmy sings:

There is something in the wind tonight,
Some kind of change of weather.
Somewhere some devil’s mixing fire and ice together.
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is on the rise,
Black as a crow’s feather.

This morning, I woke at 6:30. Jumped out of bed, happy to see sunshine. Looked at the outside temperature – 49 degrees – and hopped right back into bed, rolled that duvet around me like I was a burrito and nodded off again.

By a more decent hour, it was a bit warmer. No wind. The day seemed “normal”, unless you looked to the west.

The mountains are once covered in snow (and clouds). I suppose I should write a caption under this photo explaining “this is a RV park”.

Here is a close up of the San Jacinto Mountains just west of Palm Springs. There is a tram that carries visitors to the top. You may wonder why we have never taken this tram? Because I am terrified to ride down a tram. It is a strange thing, to be sure, that I have no fear of riding up to the top of the mountain, but freak-out on the ride down. This tram has no alternative route down. No road. Possibly a trail, but only if I were a goat. Also there is always the fear that the line will simply snap and the car will plunge into the side of the mountain. Other than that…

I am not a weenie. I gave birth in a third world nation without so much as an aspirin. I have hiked over 17 miles in one day in the Rockies. I gave a speech in front of Madame Chiang in Taipei. I’m tough and I do not have a fear of heights. Apparently I only have a fear of falling.

As I said yesterday, our Blonde Daughter, Angela (who also just happens to be Leo’s Godmother), is here for the music festival. This morning Angela and her boyfriend, Kosta, came by for a bit of the bubbly in the sunshine. Angela and Kosta may be from Greece, but when Angela comes by, something from France is more appropriate:

Kosta had a tour of the Magna Peregrinus – he loved our motorhome – and then we enjoyed a great lunch up at the clubhouse.

The kids headed over to the music festival for the rest of the day. Oh, to be young!

Speaking of young… up in Oregon, Dave went to meet Kathy & Woody’s first grandchild this afternoon:

Will is ten weeks old. I can’t wait to get my hands on him! Not getting a baby-fix this weekend, I had to make-do with the next-best thing:

FaceTime with an 8 month old!

Until my next update, I remain, your jealous correspondent.

RV Park:  Motorcoach Country Club – The Crown Jewel of Motorcoach Resorts. 400 sites, three pools, three spas, fitness center, golf, bocce ball, tennis, 2-mile waterway, fine-dining restaurant, bar, security, free wifi, planned activities, perfectly maintained. Sites for sale or rent.

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