Idyllwild people use the shuttle. On June 27, five passengers and one marvelous driver, Jeffrey, went to Palm Springs, Rancho Mirage and Palm Desert for various appointments. We even managed a few shopping stops in between.

Jeffrey was a doll, not only remembering where we all had to go, but remembering where we each lived for the drive home deliveries, and opening car doors, and making sure we were OK and comfortable.

Since I wasn’t driving, I saw all kinds of new sights which I would have missed had I been behind the wheel. I saw new things, which in my 33 years driving up and down the Hill I had not noticed before.

It was great. (122 degrees in Palm Springs.)

Jean Stein


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