At a recent campsite the only radio station whose signal was strong was a station that featured what I would describe as “Mexican rap.” The above photo is Vera’s reaction to it; we concurred.


We spent a day at Picacho Peak State Park outside of Tucson. We set off at noon to climb to the eponymous peak. The trail got steeper and steeper until it was nearly vertical. There were cables to help us; nevertheless it was a “heart-in-the-throat” experience. I looked back thinking Mary would have chickened out but she was right behind me. Turns out, the main route, the one most people take, was on the other side of the mountain. Our route was considerably steeper.

Look at the cacti in the above photo for a sense of the vertical (and this wasn’t the steep part!) Without a map, we didn’t know which trail to take at the fork and we took the one that didn’t go to the summit so we never did get there. Oh well, our experience, such as it was, was thrilling enough.


Mary has been grousing about the cold so we came to Yuma as it’s the warmest place around. I’ll say. Yesterday it was 86F outside and 89F in the trailer. I couldn’t resist needling Mary several times with “Warm enough for ya?” inquiries.

We’re freebie camping outside the Yuma Proving Grounds where they test cannons and tanks and such. As long as artillery shells don’t come sailing over the nearby hills I’d say we have a pretty nice spot. It’s about ten miles outside of Yuma so we can resupply without too much trouble and have our privacy to boot – and all for free!

Not to bore you with more rock talk but here’s some more rock talk: What cool rocks here! They look like they’re coated with leather – so smooth. The desert floor is covered with them in all directions for miles. My guess is that this is a huge flood plain and that these rocks have been tumbled by periodic floods to give them their rounded edges and baked in the sun to give them a coating of what’s called “desert varnish.” I know, you couldn’t care less.


The plan is to end our peripatetic ways and stay here for awhile. Winter weather all around us has corralled us in this low-lying valley near the Mexican border (incidentally, presided over by a nearby Border Patrol surveillance dirigible floating in the sky, day and night.) I guess we will have to stop gazing at the greener grass on the other side of the fence and appreciate this snowbird haven for what it has.