This is one of the most beautiful cities in the United States - Jayne and I had long planned to come here, and it's lived up to expectations. It sits at the foot of 10,800-ft Mt San Jacinto, and is ringed by bare, rocky mountains, some so close that boulders must occasionally come crashing through people's roofs.
The beauty is manmade as well as natural. As a fan of modernist architecture, I've never seen so many houses I've wanted to live in, and even prosaic buildings like car showrooms and doctors' surgeries are works of art in their own right.
The streets have been a pleasure too, jam-packed with colourful desert flora. This is the kind of walking I've enjoyed most on the trip - give me a choice between dusty desert and neat suburbs, and I'm almost ashamed to say the suburbs win out any day.
The only problem has been the heat. I walked nine miles to get to the hotel I'm now staying in and, figuring it wasn't very far and I'd be able to buy drinks along the way, I filled only one of my one-litre water bottles. By the time I arrived, I was parched.
I've been living the life of a lotus eater for three days now, lying on a floating mattress, gazing up at the palms and the eternally azure sky and thinking about nothing in particular. Word has got round my fellow guests about what I'm doing, and they've all been really friendly.
I'm leaving tomorrow with about eighteen miles to my next destination. With a forecast high of 100F (38C), my water supply will be rather more copious this time.