Indio, California: Nothing to report. This is a good thing – as we drove from Los Angeles to the Coachella Valley in pouring rain today. Miserable.
The Magna Peregrinus was patiently waiting for our arrival, but I cannot even begin to imagine how many coaches departed over the weekend. When we left on Friday, there was barely a vacant campsite, now about 25% seem to be empty.
It was not raining in the Palm Springs area, but it is cold and the skies do not look promising.
Laundry has been started. I ran out to replenish our larder and ship orders…
…while My Poor Driver tried to give his seriously injured hamstring a little stretching – but it was too painful. After a few miles, he conceded and limped over to the hot tub instead. Probably a good decision.
Time for a quiet evening at home. A three-night bender in Los Angeles with the kids has pooped us out!
Until my next update, I remain, your recuperating correspondent.