I often think back to the days when I had first moved here to the Palm Springs area from my lifelong hometown near Detroit, Michigan. We had just survived another humid summer dodging mosquitos the size of hummingbirds and watching the rainstorms all weekend long give way to bright and sunny Monday mornings. You could almost count on it every week. But here I was, driving down Highway 111 staring up with the sun in my eyes at these mountains wondering how long it would take somebody to walk to the top of each ridge. I remember thinking how I couldn’t wait to meet somebody who might be willing to get up there with me and show me the way.
In all honesty, I still look up at the mountains with that same yearning. At almost any given time, I’d prefer to be making my way up the mountain simply to enjoy the peacefulness and the view. I just feel as though I truly come alive on the trails.
Over the next several weeks my plan is to share some of my adventures with you. Funny, and sometimes frightening, stories from the trails along with some of my favorite views. Check back soon. I’ll be back with some good dirt. 😉