Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Yuma, AZ

We are staying in a park about 10 miles out of Yuma. We will be here tonight and tomorrow night. We have decided against going to San Diego. We got overwhelmed by the number of parks and the size of the city. Although we both grew up in North San Diego County, we have been gone from there for so many years that it now feels as if we are on an alien planet whenever we venture into the area. It was big when we lived there, but the growth in Southern California since we left there (in 1975) has been nothing short of phenomenal. As an example, where I-5 and I-8 intersect, the freeway is 16 lanes (at last count). As we started looking for places to stay, we found we couldn't remember exactly where places like La Mesa and El Cajon are. There is a park in beautiful Mission Bay, but that is where the 16 lanes of interstate are. Our teeth began to chatter at the thought of it.

So, with San Diego out, the only thing to do now is head north. We are about 10 miles east of Yuma proper, which makes it easy for us to get on US Hwy 95 and head north to I-40 which will link up with I-5 in Sacramento. And you all know where I-5 north will take us. I figure we will be home within the next 10 days or so if we keep up our drive-one-day-rest-one-day schedule.

Just to say a little bit about Yuma, the tour book explained that it was the only known land passage to California when the west was being settled. It was first discovered by a priest, who didn't really do much with his discovery. It was re-discovered by a different priest who built two missions and established a settlement here. But then, in the last uprising of the Yuma Indians, the priest and the entire settlement were wiped out. It was not explored again until another 50 years later when Kit Carson came here. (I always love coming across names like Kit Carson, Billy the Kid, and Davy Crockett.)

So that's about all I have to say for now. It was quite windy when we arrived, and I really hate those big winds. We haven't done much exploring so far. We aren't too far from the pool and the hot tub, and so I expect we'll walk over there some time this evening. This is a big snowbird park for sure, and the activities on the calendar are geared toward people who live here for months at a time. While I was checking in, a gentleman from Wyoming was in the office taking care of some business. He was saying that he would be heading home the week of April 1st unless the temperature got above 100 degrees. And then he would be leaving sooner. The woman behind the desk told him that it is forecast to be 90 degrees on Sunday. When Mike and I lived in Phoenix, this was the time of year when people started taking bets on which would be the first 100 degree day. Oregon sounds better and better.

Despite the comment from the CPM of the City of Yuma on my last entry (We've been trying to figure out what that stands for. Certified Public Menace is the only thing we've come up with.), we have no plans to make Yuma our home. We are Oregonians all the way into the far-reaching future. I'll keep you posted on our progress as we travel north, but I think we are about finished with sight-seeing. I'm hoping that my next pictures will be in my own woods in my own yard.