Several times a year, my brother comes out to visit us. For the past few summers, he’s been bringing his family out for the week.
When we were growing up, my parents took us to Palm Springs for countless mini-vacations. We didn’t have the budget to travel lavishly by any means but my parents loved taking weekend road trips and did their best to provide them frequently.
My brother and I have many fond memories of staying at the Dunes hotel off Palm Canyon Drive. We spent most of our days playing in the pool. Sometimes, we’d taking a ride up the Aerial Tramway or visit a nearby Indian Reservation. In the evenings, the highlight was cooking dinner in our hotel room and then taking a stroll down the strip for an ice cream cone.
It’s funny, 35+ years later and we’re back here together, pretty much doing the same thing.
Only this time, we get to enjoy it with our kids.
Good times. Great memories.
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