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Drawing of Kate I began my day with Marilyn at my favorite coffee place on Palm Canyon Drive. After procuring a scone and a dark roast latte, I settled down with the paper in the flower-laden courtyard. I was enjoying the sun and the incomparable mountain views (while flipping through the various fates of IPOs and European nations) when I felt a tap on my shoulder. A silver-haired gentleman apologized for interrupting me and then presented me with a beautifully executed drawing. Unbeknownst to me, he’d been sketching me while I sipped my coffee and read the paper. A friend of mine is fond of saying of Palm Springs: “I love that place—everyone has their own little slice of paradise! I suppose that’s his way of saying that this is a democratic landscape. The mountains are viewable by all, not just a select few, the year-round sunshine beams equally upon everyone and the cascading bougainvillea blooms near even the most humble abode. And it’s not just the landscape—the magic and sparkle of Palm Springs, both past and present, is easily experienced by anyone. And that’s what makes it so great. From the many fairs and festivals, to the [...] Kate and her dog, Murphy, on a Palm Springs hike I’ll never forget the first time I saw the mountains of Palm Springs. I remember rounding the bend of the 111 and staring in amazement at their immensity and grandeur. It was 1998 and I was relocating to Southern California after growing up in the rolling green hills of Kentucky. Palm Springs is surrounded by mountains: the San Bernardino Mountains to the north, the Santa Rosa Mountains to the south, the San Jacinto Mountains to the west and the Little San Bernardino Mountains to the east. These create a [...]
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Líníocht de Kate Thosaigh mé mo lá le Marilyn ar mo áit is fearr leat caife ar Palm Canyon Drive. Tar éis sholáthar a scóna agus Latte rósta dorcha, shocraigh mé síos leis an páipéar i gclós bláth-ualaithe. Bhí mé ag baint taitnimh as an ghrian agus na tuairimí sléibhe incomparable (agus flipping trí na fates éagsúla IPOs agus náisiúin Eorpacha) nuair a mhothaigh mé sconna ar mo ghualainn. A uasal airgead-haired leithscéal as cur isteach dom agus ansin i láthair mé le líníocht báis go hálainn. Unbeknownst liom, gur mhaith sé ag sceitseáil dom cé sipped mé mo caife agus a léamh ar an bpáipéar. Bhí mé [...] Tá cara de mo Fond rá de Palm Springs: "Is breá liom go bhfuil an áit sin-gach duine a slice beag féin de Paradise! Is dócha go bhfuil a bhealach a rá go bhfuil an tírdhreach daonlathach. Is iad na sléibhte viewable ag gach, ní ach cúpla roghnú, na bíomaí solas na gréine ar feadh na bliana go cothrom ar gach duine agus na blooms bougainvillea cascáideacha aice fiú an cónaí is humble. Agus nach bhfuil sé ach an tírdhreach-an draíocht agus sparkle ar Palm Springs, am atá caite agus i láthair araon, tá taithí go héasca ag duine ar bith. Agus sin an méid a dhéanann mór é sin a dhéanamh. Ón aontaí leor agus féilte, leis an [...] Kate agus a madra, Murphy, ar hike Palm Springs Ní fheicfidh mé dearmad ar an chéad uair a chonaic mé na sléibhte na Palm Springs. Is cuimhin liom shlánú an Bend an 111 agus ag stánadh i iontas ag a immensity agus grandeur. Bhí sé 1998 agus bhí mé ag athlonnú go Southern California tar éis fás suas sna cnoic glas rollta Kentucky. Palm Springs é timpeallaithe ag sléibhte: an Sléibhte San Bernardino thuaidh, Sléibhte Santa Rosa ó dheas, Sléibhte San Jacinto ar an taobh thiar agus an Little Sléibhte San Bernardino ar an taobh thoir. Na chruthú [...]