When in doubt, find a Hyatt.
My mother's words will stay with me forever. And indeed, they came in handy yesterday. Fighting LA traffic, we didn't get to Palm Springs until after 5. At which point, we could have barreled through to Phoenix for another 5 hours. But cranky and not wanting to face the Mojave, my mother appeared like Obi-Wan, giving me sound advice. So we stopped, found the Palm Springs Hyatt, and went out for a fabulous dinner. Today, it's massages all around (Amber's basically crippled, and my back isn't so happy, either) before we move on to Phoenix.
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