Guess who forgot to bring rain gear on our Palm Springs trip? His name begins with M. It's not totally his fault, actually. I could not have predicted that it would rain in Palm Springs during our trip. How does the song go? It never rains in Southern California. Needless to say, we beg to differ. Luckily, the big water spigot in the sky tightened to a very subtle drizzle for the two hours we were on the Pacific Crest Trail.—SF