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Monday, March 14, 2016

Our Abode

We stayed in the coolest place!  
The village of Snow Creek.


Here's an excerpt from the March edition of The Desert Sun:

" ... on the western edge of the Santa Rosa and San Jacinto Mountains National Monument sits the small village of Snow Creek - 39 disparate dwellings that shelter a congregation of maverick homeowners who cherish living slightly off the radar.  Accessible by a single road that most people bullet past on their way to and from Palm Springs, the enclave quietly nests at the apex of an alluvial plain that fans out from the surrounding foothills.  There are no neighboring towns - only the raw beauty of desert terrain that harbors a robust melange of flora and fauna.  In Snot Creek, the pre-eminent place of worship has no walls , and God speaks through the yip of a coyote, a shimmering night sky and the rush of wind as it tunnels through the San Gorgonio Pass."




Flowers in our yard.



Much of the surrounding land is owned by the Bureau of Land Management or the Desert Water Agency.  A segment of the Pacific Crest Trail that traverses the San Jacinto Mountains snakes along the perimeter of Snow Creek Village after descending some 7,000 feet in 20 miles and weary hikers often find foot and water near the route courtesy of village residents, also known as "trail angels."




We walked up the paved road that goes to the Desert Water Agency.  It is also part of the Pacific Crest Trail which goes right past our front door.

Snow Creek once flowed through this tiny community and residents talk of catching trout in pools they would dam up in the yards ... back in the day.  The water agency has since taken over the creek and it longer flows through the valley.




Our Abode


This little community even has an olive grove.




Hansel and Gretel style house in the neighborhood.  This place looked so cool!  Would love to see what the inside looked like.



This is looking the other direction - opposite the San Jacinto range.  

Our abode is called Hermit Springs.  It was rumored to have been the home of a hermit and a stage coach stop. It is a funky little stone cabin - thick walls coated with real plaster troweled by hand and open beam wood ceilings.  It is a unique little place that is consistent with the unique art-colony feel of the surrounding community.


The view from the couch!


One morning we were greeted with a rainbow.


Our living room.

Pretty pink clouds at sunrise.

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Check out the shower - IT WAS THE COOLEST EVER!


And the kitchen - the tree outside the window had several bird and hummingbird feeders.  We saw so many different birds and hummingbirds - amazing!


Did you ever wonder how a hiking trail that covers long distances through cities and towns manages to cross highways and railroads?

We did too - so we walked part of the trail near our abode  to find out.

... underneath ... through the wash ...

I don't know what you do if it rains ...

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