4-10-19

There is simply no other place comparable to Balboa Island and its environs. So much sensory overload, so many memories! After a farewell to Bumpy and Jim, I stopped across the bay for a last loop through the Fun Zone, past the Pavilion, and out to the Peninsula. Then it was east to Palm Springs, a land where brilliant blooms decorate the desert and stars are overhead and underfoot. I strolled Palm Canyon Drive and ate (Mexican, of course) in a colorful courtyard on the street.