Our friend Nikki saved us from sleeping in a Target parking lot. A weekend ago, when Kirk and I decided we wanted to go to Palm Springs, we couldn’t have done a worse job planning the trip if we tried. Even though we called Nikki just a few hours before we hoped to crash on her floor (or at least in her driveway) she swiftly made arrangements and graciously welcomed us that Saturday night at her house.

The next morning the three of us went for a hike. Out Nikki’s front door, to the end of the street, and voilĂ ! Desert. Here’s a photo movie of our hike, including some snapshots from Palm Springs.

And the windmills? Thousands of them line the I-10, the route we took in and out of Palm Springs. ☼