Palm Desert Zoo

Tucked away in some back corner of Palm Desert, there is a little tiny zoo called “The Living Desert”.  I never even knew it existed until someone mentioned it when I was complaining about the high prices and distance to the LA or San Diego zoos.  It’s actually a very cute little place, and I think it could be an awesome place to go for a hike because they have these little back trails that a person could take, and some gorgeous gardens to view.

One thing that made me laugh is that they have an “honor system”.  There is no gate at the front to give tickets to, instead there’s just a booth off to the side to buy tickets, but it could easily be bypassed and a person could walk straight into the zoo without a worry in the world, and more money in their pocket.  Of course, we bought our tickets but we thought that it was pretty funny that anyone could just walk in.

We ended up inviting all of our neighbors to go with us, since they all have kids around Isaac’s age and we thought it would be nice for him to have someone to share his excitement with, and it was a little less taxing for us.  It was definitely an adventure keeping 5 boys under wraps!

The ride to Palm Desert wasn’t that bad, about an hour through the desert.  Anyone that knows Palm Springs area knows that there are these awesome windmills that kids seem to love.  But my ‘mommy’ Gina always tells me that they look like aliens and creep her out!  What an imaginations she has.


We all took pictures of the boys together, so that way if one got separated we could identify what they were wearing to the employees of the zoo.  All those handsome boys!  They were like watching puppies when they wiggle their butts around because they want to move but you won’t let them.


loved the Foxes! I couldn’t help myself from singing the infamous song “What does he Fox Say? Ring ting ting ting ting ting ting…..” 


They had a very cute petting zoo with the usual goats.  And this one you didn’t have to pay for! Inside they had these little rubber brushes so that the guests could brush the goats.  There was one specific mean one that everyone stayed clear of.  Isaac loved them, but Kaelyn did not want to touch the goat.

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They had these immensely large cattle.  I couldn’t believe the size of their horns.  The zookeeper said that they were a domestic cattle from Africa, and that the horns were hollow on the inside with a kind of honeycomb texture.  Well there’s a fact for you!


Everyone got to take pictures with the fake camel but Isaac was really upset when I got in the picture with Kaelyn

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The camel rides seriously made my day.  It was a mixture of the hilarity of hubby being uncomfortable atop the hump, and the pleasure in seeing Isaac’s amazement while riding slowly in a circle.

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The cutest little train town!


We ended up finishing up the day at the little park they had in there.  It was so cute!

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Overall I’d say that we had a great time while at the Living Desert Zoo in Palm Desert.  You couldn’t beat the price and the animals were easy to find, unlike some of the larger zoos.  If I didn’t have the kids or maybe even had a double stroller, we’d take advantage of the hiking trails that are part of the zoo as well.  Sometimes Isaac acted up and we wondered if he really deserved to be there, but the answer was always yes.


One thought on “Palm Desert Zoo

  1. I stand by my creeped out theory on those windmills to this day. 😉

    I took Sam to this zoo many years ago when we stayed in Palm Springs for a few days. We loved the simplicity of it. Glad you guys got to enjoy it as a family. 🙂

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