Contrary to rumors floating around town, I do manage to get away from Cody, Yellowstone, Powell, Meeteetse and the surrounding area. There is more to life than listening to cowboy music, fishing for trout, hiking and riding some of the finest trails anywhere, breaking in new boots and chatting up tourists from pretty much everywhere.
When I received an invitation from an old friend to attend her wedding in Palm Springs I responded that I would be there in less time than it takes a Nite Rodeo cowboy to rope and tie a calf. Not only do I love the desert and always enjoy living it up with old friends, but I felt some inexplicable pull toward the area. I could not put my finger on it, but I just wanted to be there.
I booked my flight and a hotel room close to the main drag, called Palm Canyon Drive. The street reminded me of Cody’s own Sheridan Avenue, with its abundant restaurants, shops, galleries and a very high level of walkability.
Once I arrived I took a walk around the downtown and the adjacent Tennis Club area. I had this strange feeling Read More