“WHEN MY FRIEND PETER SUGGESTED HAPPY HOUR at the Palm Springs airport, I had questions. Why, for one, seeing as we had no plans to fly in or out, followed closely by the issue of how.
It was day one of our Southwest road trip and by nightfall, we’d be wild camping outside Joshua Tree National Park, California. Peter’s colleague asked if we had plans to stop in nearby Palm Springs. We didn’t, but he enthusiastically endorsed the city’s airport—apparently a can’t-miss destination unto itself. So, we made it one…”