Via a train and a couple of buses, Amtrak took me to Palm Springs yesterday in a surprisingly comfortable, 12-hour trip.
An ancient, funny conductor on the San Joaquin train from Oakland to Bakersfield announced each stop over the loudspeaker. "We are journeying into the land of HOT. Fresno is 106 degrees right now. Then we will be stopping in Bakersfield where it is HOT, HOTTER, HOTTEST." He wasn't kidding.