Escape from California

We weren't anxious to leave at all, just because everything was broken down, put away, and the trailer hitched up Tuesday afternoon...nah.

The real reason for hooking up early was a vain attempt to beat the rain slated for Wednesday. God had the last laugh though, we trusted in the weather reporters having some idea as to when the rain would reach San Diego. Their guess was Wednesday morning between 8 and 9 am. God laughed and brought the rain in about 2:30 am. Needless to say, the remaining breakdown was done in the rain. Our first destination is only to Blythe CA. for a couple of weeks before we land in Arizona for a couple of months.

This is what escaping from California looked like Wednesday morning going through the pass to El Centro. The clouds were really low, the rain wasn't heavy too often, and there was a fight with wind.

Once we got over the pass the rain was sporadic most of the way to Blythe. One place it didn't rain was Glamis, but it sure was windy! The sand was blowing across the road.

The blowing winds didn't stop folks from enjoying the dunes. The dunes were like a partition between two different worlds, past the dunes is livestock, and agriculture begins to blossom. We saw some type of green vegetable, alfalfa, and cotton.





Our new home has beach front property.

 I saw this sign on the way to the beach below our trailer and thought I could not go on the beach, Carol explained to me that it meant the four legged DOGS, not two legged DAWGS.

Our first night was spent settling in after the rain stopped. Our second day started quietly down on the beach. If you should be wondering which river this is, it is the mighty Colorado River.

Launching boat from this RV resort is a little challenging, as the water doesn't quite reach the shore. This portion of the river is seasonal due to agricultural requirements.

Carol was reading through what there is to do in the area and found an ad for steak night at a local bar and grill. Steak of choice was a 14 oz. ribeye cooked  on a smoker grill outside, and comes with a potato the size of a softball, and corn.

                                  BEFORE                                                        AFTER

The name of the establishment is "River Run Bar & Grill" (in Arizona). Carol and I brought almost half of our portions home for breakfast the next morning. Remember I said the potato was the size of a softball? The picture is Carol's dinner. She weighted her left over portion of the potato and it came in at 17 oz.
We are going back Friday night for all you can eat fish, next Wednesday for ribs.

We drove all the way back to California (about 4 miles) and relaxed outside with our little portable campfire before bed.