Travel: Palm Springs Weekend

Palm Springs is 90 miles or so from the South Bay and a fabulous to visit in the winter and spring, when warmer temperatures are so welcome. The mountains are snow capped, the desert flowers are full of life and blooms. And what a great time to hang by the pool. 

We recently took a Palm Springs Photowalk to the desert playground to learn all about the photo highlights of PS.

What to photograph in Palm Springs?

Swimming pools

Every hotel, it seems specializes in big, comfy pools, inviting you to hang around and never leave–at least while the sun is still out. Many have bartenders on call and can be the scene of massive pool parties, or just quiet affairs. Creating memorable pools in Palm Springs was an artform in the 1950s, where some 900 pools were said to have been built by then. (Just ask the New York Times.) Today, it’s up to 40,000, and that’s within the entire desert area. The Riviera, a classic mid-century hotel favored by Frank Sinatra and his pals back in the 1950s is said to have one of the largest pools, but I’m not buying it. It’s big, but so are the pools at other vintage themed properties. I was more impressed with the Saguaro than the old Riviera (now Magaritaville) but that could be just me.


Pull off Route 10 and head down highway 111 down the 10 mile road into Palm Springs, and you’re greeted by a large bank of windmills generating energy for the Coachella Valley. Look for the Amtrak station pull off. Park and get a great shot. I love this capture of a deserted railroad track, with the windmills in the background.

Historic buildings

Palm Springs is in love with its mid-century history, when Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, Bob Hope and other entertainers had elaborate desert homes. Many are intact, and a joy to look at. Unfortunately on this trip, we didn’t get to do the Movie Star home tour, but we did stay in the historic Tennis Club district downtown, which is ripe with small old motor inns–one of which (Amin Casa) used to be the home for movie siren Gloria Swanson back in the 1930s. Our hotel (no movie star connection, just a woman named Joanie, the original owner) is a find, if you like hanging by the pool, and being able to walk into town. (Yes!) It’s called Desert Hills, and we can’t recommend it highly enough.

Palm trees

You can’t go too far without seeing the biggest, baddest palm trees you’ve ever had the pleasure of being around.


Welcome to Palm Springs!

No P.S. visit is complete without a selfie in front of the “Palm Springs,” sign. This is en route to downtown, at the entrance to the Aerial Tramway, which, for $25 or so, will take you to the top of the mountain for lunch and some snow sighting.


The other really popular stop, for no really good reason, is the roadside Dinosaur exhibit in nearby Cabazon, right on highway #10, where an area Burger King is flanked by two giant size Jurassic Park style replicas. One lets you walk right in and buy souvenirs.

Our final image, how we’d like to always remember Palm Springs, from our favorite pool in town, the Desert Hills: