Sometimes one just needs to run away. From normalacy, media, cell phone bars, people, routine and all the parts about being a grown-up that make you wish you weren’t one.
Needing such a trip, the truck was packed with camping gear and the map pulled out with X marked on Joshua Tree National Park. Camping spots were waiting – all of them. There was no one else in sight. The only noise was a few rock climbers during the day and at night the wind through the trees. Perfect for a wannabe Amish girl stuck in a digital world.
The first time I went to Palm Springs I stayed at the Parker Palm. The Saturday night stay made me feel really unhip but by Sunday afternoon when the LA crowds had left, I found my own quiet, groove in the resort-like atmosphere and had the best nap ever in one of the hammocks. After the most hectic six months, it was clearly time to go back and repeat.
So much time was spent in the salt-water pool that seemed to belong just to me (there was almost no one else there). My room had a patio with a private hammock, and I swayed back and forth watching hummingbirds float by and palms also sway in the wind. My new favourite drink was discovered (champagne + Limoncello soaked sugar cubes) and bikes were ridden to the Ace just for Stumptown coffee.
It was the perfect compliment to camping (although the camp dinners were far, far superior. Honestly disappointed in Norma’s dinner) and I admit that air conditioning and showers were a welcomed thing.
But whether in a tent or a villa, I felt a million miles away from whatever it is I needed distance from. I thought of some new ventures, I relaxed a little, I even slept more than four hours in a row. And that is what really makes the perfect getaway(s).