My taste goes more toward a stop in Lake Elsinore for a little minor-league baseball – what a beautiful park in a great setting. I’ve yet to stop in, but I have it on good background from a top-secret government source in Orange County that this is a great place for those seeking the all-over tan. Getting a picture of yourself slathered from head to toe in goo is a rite of passage for anyone visiting “Club Mud.” For those looking for other bodily pleasures, there’s always the Glen Eden nudist colony. I’d love to stop and slop around in the mud and get a rubdown at Glen Ivy Hot Springs, one of the oldest and best day spas in Southern California. I stop at Tom’s Farm Stand in Temescal Canyon to load up on fresh plums, peaches and big bags of pistachios – just the kind of good grub for killing the evening in front of the flat-screen TV late at night in my Pechanga room. Besides, there are dozens of stops along the way that make half the fun getting there. I opt for the long, lazy loop up the 55, across the 91 and back down around I-15, skirting the Santa Ana Mountains. People with stronger nerves than me will take the winding Ortega Highway over the mountains into Temecula. What does this place have to offer beyond “the action”? But it is going to be a test for the resort.
I cannot turn down an invitation from the Patriarch to come to Pechanga.
