We have seen quite a few lakes now. Tahoe is a rugged natural beauty surronded by imposing mountains (and ski resorts). Havasu, like Powell, Mead and many more are products of the dams that have been built on the Colorado and other rivers to enable the growth of the desert behemoths like Vegas. On all the lakes the abundance of water craft, from house boats to jetskis and everything in between, is frightening. We saw some amazing images of a square mile of Havasu filled with recreational water vehicles shoulder to shoulder. And then we went to Palm Springs where every shop and restaurant has sprayers dusting a fine mist of cool water across its threshold. And where every palm on the sidewalk has its own personal irrigation system. And our motel had a pool. And the atmosphere was actually very pleasant. I am very confused by desert living. On one hand I am amazed by the resoucefullness, but then I am shocked by the articiciality. Driving in Arizona we were stunned by the vastness and desolation. And then in the gambling centres you are of course struck by the tackiness, shamelessness and futility.
Now we are back in LA I am so glad we got to see so much. We both agree that just the three weeks around California is the best holiday we have ever had.
I is ah bidnissman. It wahs bidniss.
Three songs about coming back:
#3 Take it to the limit, The Eagles
#2 Hear my train a comin', James Marshall Hendrix
#1 I'll Stay, Funkadelic
One helluva big hole in the ground
Trying hard to relax in Palm Springs
Hermosa beach vibe
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