We have decided to move on to the Yuma area. As much as I love the bird life here I feel closed in by the washes and creosote bushes. Each year feels different. Our needs change and the places we enjoy change also.
As we travelled the highway from Tucson to Why through the Tohono O'odham nation lands, we are aware of the amount of road side crosses. It is a straight line highway and for every mile there seems to be a cross representing a roadside death. As we head north to Gila Bend this morning from Why the crosses are still numerous. We have to ask why ....is it the isolation of the roads? Why so many markers and so many deaths...
We pass through Ajo on our way north, a quaint town with a Hispanic feel to it, but basically an old copper mine town. The tailings piles show themselves miles ahead of our arrival. Somewhat colourful reminders of a a copper industry that no longer exists.
We do our sani dump and take on water in Gila Bend and turn west towards Yuma. It is a 100 plus miles to go along Interstate 8. We pass through the snowbird suburbs of Dateland, Foothills, Yuma and straight out into California to Ogilbie Road where we settle in our most favourite camp sight.
We have passed through Border patrol and Agricultural road blocks. Border patrol has 3 people checking you out. While one officer is asking you questions another with a dog is walking around your rig checking you out.
We remember we have a couple of limes in the fridge, so before we cross the agricultural check station we turf them out the window....they were old anyway. We arrive at the BLM camp sight to find our best spot taken.....after some exploring we have found a better spot...quiet with my favourite view of the Cargos Muchachos mountains....
We have travelled 11500 miles since leaving home mid August. We feel we have arrived at our second home in the warmth of the Arizona/California desert, safe and sound. We now can sit here and relax for a few weeks before we turn north for home.
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