|Photo- Near southern entrance of Joshua Tree Nat'l Park.|
|Photo- A grouping of Cousin It's relatives?|
I stop at some of the Exhibits and read about them; like the Smoke Tree Wash which has light thin billowy cotton looking trees that are smoke trees. This wash seems to have quite a few of them. The exhibit sign also says I don’t want to be standing by this sign when it’s raining because I would be in the middle of a river; good to know. As I stand there I hear the pure silence of it all. It was refreshing after a day of so much activity at San Diego Zoo. It was a nice day out enjoying the solitude of nature.
|Photo- Fried Liver Wash? Really?!?|
|Photo- A wind swept Ocotilla Cactus.|
|Photo- The Cholia Cactus Garden.|
|Photo- A Cholia Cactus up close.|
|Photo- Almost an alien landscape in Joshua Tree Nat'l Park.|
|Photo- A look at Skull Rock where I decided not to hike.|
Snakes and me don't mix!
I turn around and head back to the north park entrance at Joshua Tree. I say hi again to the gal and thank her for the directions. I say I didn’t want to run out of gas somewhere in the park. She laughs and agrees that wouldn’t be a good thing; as she wishes me a good day. I start to head back towards the south park entrance. I look at my cell phone’s clock and realize I’ve spent more time than what I thought. I should really be getting back to Palm Desert. I quickly finish the diet coke and decide it might be best to stop at the Cottonwood Visitor’s Center and see about some more water to drink. The heat is really making me sweat and I’m trying not to run the air in my car to ensure that the car doesn’t overheat. I purchase a slightly cold bottle of water and head back to the interstate.
I had hoped to get a little pool time in when I get back to the hotel but I just feel a bit zapped after the heat at the park. I take a quick nap instead. Shortly after a short nap, I take a shower and try to figure out what to wear for my dinner date. John had mentioned that the place would be some place where you could wear shirt and shorts; so I figure casual and wear jeans.
I drive over to the restaurant where I’m to meet John. It looks like it’s on the second floor of a clothing store in the downtown area of Palm Desert. I walk around and find stairs heading up and discover I’m in the middle of a walking mall with two levels. I locate what I think is the door to the restaurant. I walk in and I right away feel like I’m under dressed. A woman in a short cream linen dress and stiletto heels walks in the door before me. Then, I see another gal in white designer jeans, a black ¾ sleeve t-shirt and designer accessories and I know I’m under dressed. This is strange because usually I feel over dressed for stuff in Utah. But I’ll play it like I don’t know it and see how the hostess reacts to me. It’s a guy and he doesn’t give my clothes a second look. I guess I'm alright. Whew! I don't have that much clothing with me on this trip and the few "dressy" pieces I have I need to wash. In fact, I need to find a place to do my laundry soon.
John had texted me his was on his way, and I’m always one to be on time or before time. So I sit at the bar and look over the restaurant and the menu. The restaurant is a Tommy Bahamas’ and is a bit more upscale than I’ve been in a while. The description and prices on the menu clinches it, as the most expensive upscale place I’ve been. I’m a bit nervous that a date is going to be paying for my meal. As you can guess, I’m not in my element at all. And I’ve haven’t dated that much in a while.
Dinner and the company were wonderful with the exception of a table nearby that was shouting at a football game on TV. I teased John about needing a remote for their volume. But I really didn’t mind I was tucked into the rib eye steak I had ordered. It had been a long time since I had a steak this good and I was really enjoying it. We ended up sharing a HUGE piece of pineapple chiffon cake. I kept on teasing John that he needed to take the rest of it home and have it for breakfast. He kept on saying no you take another bite of it as he sipped on a glass of wine from a bottle of wine we were also sharing. We were both stuffed. We talked for a while after we finished eating but the restaurant was starting to close up for the night.
That’s when John told me that this restaurant was part of the men’s clothing store that was downstairs from the restaurant. That makes sense now that I could quite really find the “main” entrance to the restaurant. I had felt like I came in the back door to something. I guess that there are only certain Tommy Bahamas has these restaurants and as we sat there he talked to the waiter about a recent remodel done to the restaurant. It was all new to me.
John walked me out to the entrance I had come in, gave me a hug and wished me a good night. I walked across the street to my car and back to the hotel I went. A short time later, John sent a text to make sure I made it back to the hotel safely. I answered and thanked him again for dinner. It was a pleasant way to end the day.