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Since it was at least a 12 1/2 hour drive to Palm Springs from Santa Fe, we stopped in Flagstaff, AZ. We stayed at Little America. How appropo for a Little Dog. Except they did not allowed dogs. In fact, there was a $250.00 fine if they found out if someone had a dog. Sh-h-h-h-h! But hey, there wasn't "A" dog . . . there were two! Arf-Arf! But can you believe that. Little America put a bounty on our Little Heads. Ridiculous. Over all - an OK stay if you don't mind being illegal. I do give their gift shop a four paws up. And the fire in the fireplace in the ski lodge like lobby was nice n' cozy - even if it was pretty warm outside.
Who needs GPS when you've got license plates!
Nice press office!
Our Campaign Camper has a room with a view!
We still had a seven hour drive from Flagstaff to Palm Spring. And tomorrow they wanted me to be on the ABC TV station there, so today was a travel day. Next year, I'm gonna have a driver, so we can sleep while traveling at night. Wait a minute - I sleep anyway. Whatever. We stopped in Sedona to do a weather report. I'm sure glad I didn't pay for a meteorologist degree to do the weather in Sedona. Practically perfect all the time.
No bologna in Sedona when it comes to the weather.
The BTV Team's Christmas Card?
Dear Mr. Buffet - I feel a hit song coming on!
We didn't get to Palm Springs till 8:30 PM that night and we had a dinner date with my
almost 2 legged Grandparents for 8:00PM. I hate to fink on anyone, BUT . . . the folks at
the Palm Springs Hyatt - they gave us the wrong directions getting into Palm Springs. That was the first time getting lost after going across the whole country. It was a silly mistake made by the gal at the front desk. That was so wrong. You try driving around lost in a Campaign Camper!
Well, we finally made it. Had to take a bit of heat from my adopted grandfolks. They were hungrier than a grizzly bear in the spring. But all in all, everything worked out. And get this - we ate outside on the patio at the Spencer Tennis Club, a club that was not only fab . . . but allows pooches too! A big four paws up for the Spencer Club, the food, and the wonderful company. FYI - the salmon was to dee-licious!
All was forgiven with the Hyatt and the wrong directions cuz they are pet friendly. Yeah! I'm starting to really dig this place called Palm Springs.
Arf-Arf,
Schmitty, The Real New Yorkie
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