Weekends bring even more things to do to the Coachella Valley. We started by going to another farmer's market, which felt like a spin-off from the market we loved at the College of the Desert last Saturday. Some of the products were the same. We finally broke down and bought some red neck wineglasses. They are mason jars glued on candle stick holders. Often when we bring something to drink to a campground happy hour, it's hard to carry a glass of liquid and a lawn chair. These glasses have screw on tops. Problem solved. We also went to a small fine art fair two blocks away. The setting on the bright green grass beneath the palm trees with the mountains as a back drop made the art even more beautiful. We saw wonderful pieces that will look mighty fine in our next mansion.
In the evening we returned to the mall lawn in Palm Desert where a charity fund raiser featured wine, snacks and a local jazz band. The leader played trumpet in the 1970's with the Rolling Stones. His musical skill and battered visage supported this assertion. The band would start with a familiar melody and wander off in all kinds of jazzy directions, each member taking a solo turn. As the sun set and the lights wound on the palm trunks began to twinkle. A special evening.
Today we joined lots of other thrifty geezers on the lawn of the Empire Polo Grounds in Indio. No admission charged. We brought a picnic and lawn chairs and watched the horses and riders thunder up and down the field, which is as big as nine football fields. Each rider brings a string of 6 - 8 horses and changed mounts during the game, which consisted of six 7.5 minutes chukkas (quarters.) We were surprised to see women on the team riding along side the men. One of the men got hit in the elbow with a flying ball and had to be taken away by the EMT's. This sport challenges the athleticism of both the men and the horses. Each horse costs $10,000 - $50,000. No wonder it's known as the sport of kings.
Then we jumped on our own mounts and rode our bikes on the path that passes the lavish country clubs of Indian Wells. Rich folk like Bill Gates own homes here. The huge lush grass lawns, flower filled beds, and rows of palm trees were spectacular. The amount of water these desert communities use is hard to fathom.