The car dealers of Palm Springs are getting right into the spirit of the Thanksgiving shopping craze.
A slice of life along Palm Canyon Boulevard.
Cielo Espresso in downtown Palm Springs surprisingly serves our very own 49th Parallel coffee. No Lucky's, though. The Danish is, nevertheless, excellent.
You go first. No you go, I went first last time and the white cars aren't very tasty.
These folks have proudly built their ranchettes with a stunning view of interstate 10.
The latest way for the evil telecoms companies to get their ionizing irradiation towers into our neighborhoods without us noticing. They grow 'em. This is the new Mk VIII genetically enhanced Sequioa - most people never even notice the biological cell phone repeater pods. Throws great shade, too.
Today's lonely road. The Interstates are currently wild with frantic people trying to get home after the Thanksgiving and Black Friday gorging.
World's Biggest Chopstick. They ran out of money before the second one was completed.
Waaay out there on the horizon, the snow dusted Sierra Nevada. In between, the smog shrouded Petroleum Valley.
Just above the smog of Petroleum Valley. Unfortunately, we must go down there.
Every encouragement is given to entice one to visit Taft. That's an oil fields training camp in the background.
Scenery along the Petroleum Highway.
The almond trees zoom by at dusk.
As do the brown, brown hills of SoCal.
Tonight's choice for dinner in Paso Robles. We were here 2 years ago and tonight's meal was every bit as excellent as our first experience - maybe even better. And yes. it is Dec 1 and the town is entirely decked out for the festive season.
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