Since arriving in Palm Springs, we've been looking at ways to bring the scooter out to the desert from Fullerton. It would have been simple enough to rent a pick up truck, load it up and haul it here, but I became intrigued by the adventure of riding the scooter from Fullerton to Palm Springs. (Usually a 1.5 hour trip by car.) Case, the navigator in the family, spent the next week planning out the possible routes, and fantasizing about the opportunity to purchase a new GPS system.
Case looks forward to navigating the route, while Jack disdainfully wonders about his crazy staff!
After dark our route came to the edge of the Morongo Indian reservation, and an imposing guard house, guard, probing surveillance cameras and two gates. Not having a residence sticker we were quickly refused passage. Case and I "pow-wowed" together before setting out in search of another way, wondering our way through a few hopeful possibilities. After some exploration our only route seemed to be the 10 Freeway.
Hoping to avoid the 10 Freeway we decided I'd try the Morongo guard route one more time. I was hopeful my female persuasion might find some grace. Arriving once again at the guard gate I explained my predicament to the guard, he looked at me with a surprised glance, "You rode that from Fullerton!" Some what proud, I was also hopeful I'd found an ounce of mercy. Quickly his surprised expression passed and mercy disappeared. NO!...So much for my female persuasion!
It seemed our options were, spend the night in Morongo, or take the freeway. A bit reluctantly, we decided to take the freeway. What a relief! That mile on the freeway shoulder was a whole lot easier then trying to find our way around the Morongo Indians!
Revitalized we continued on. Six hours after starting out, intrigue and adventure satisfied, (for a while) we were happy to see the Palm Springs city limit signs!