We spent the coldest winter of our lives .... one late spring in San Diego.
OK, it was more ... chilly, than cold, in the 60s with a breeze and no sign of sun, and I packed for "southern CA". Our last day there was somewhat sunny but still a bit chilly.
Palm Springs was over 100°F a couple of days, my wife liked it fine. We did the tram thing, which was marred due to having two separate groups waiting on the tram with exceptionally LOUD people yacking for no reason. I covered my ears it was so loud. We mostly ate in the room which had a small cooking area. No restaurant stood out at all. We visited Joshua Tree NP which my wife liked a lot even after her son in law told her it was a dump. He went on at some length about how he didn't like it. He's a bit ... officious.
The graduation (HS) was a major event for them, I sat through it bored out of my mind, but whatever, then they hosted a party after with about 60 people in a tiny house and yard (it was chilly). I finally went back inside and sat by myself in their living room being unsocial, but my wife knows I loathe those kinds of things. The father had 30 folks come in from Cincinnati for all this???? I don't get it, at all, I graduated HS and had a picture taken, we walked in the gym and got our diplomas and life went on. This one was in the football stadium well attended with speeches and a band playing and 300+ folks being applauded. Whatever, done.
Palm Springs is on "OK" place, I guess. It does get very hot. There are a lot of obvious gay folks out and about, a lot more than around here. Whatever.
We had "comfort" seats coming back but at the exit so plenty of leg room, my wife got us in first going out, which is no big deal really. We landed safely, done.
