We
spent the long weekend in Yuma, AZ, about three hours away from
Cherry Valley, with our friends from Sleepy Valley, from our old
neighbourhood. It's Presidents' Day in the US, but Family Day back
home. These friends are the next best thing when we can't be with
family.
Our laundry dries quickly in the hot sun.
We
experienced a heat wave, unseasonable shorts and shirt weather, quite
a switch from the rainy and temperate climate in northern California.
Uh oh! The camp stove wouldn't light. Roland fiddled with the connection to the little propane tank. We glumly contemplated eating bread and tomatoes
“Lord,” I prayed. “We really would like those burgers!” Everyone laughed in agreement. Finally we heard the hiss of the propane, but it wasn't flowing consistently through the connection. Roland sat and held the tank upside down. Somehow this kept the propane flowing so the hamburgers could cook. “Thank you for the sizzle,” we prayed before joyously attacking the picnic supper.
At the pond, people were sitting close to the edge and fishing. Apparently anything that swam in the Colorado River was here, such as catfish, trout, or tilapia. A girl scooped out a trout with a net, just like that.
As dark came early, we packed up chairs, table, stove and food, and headed for home.
Next
was a tooth fixed in Los Algodones, Mexico. It didn't take long to
replace one of my fillings.
Most
of our weekend was spent birding, though. We drove along dusty levees
along irrigation canals.
Life giving water is pumped into the fields
earning Yuma the name of Winter Vegetable Capital.
earning Yuma the name of Winter Vegetable Capital.
Here is a field with green and red lettuce, actually there were two shades of green.
Brittle Bush on the banks of the Colorado River
Uh oh! The camp stove wouldn't light. Roland fiddled with the connection to the little propane tank. We glumly contemplated eating bread and tomatoes
“Lord,” I prayed. “We really would like those burgers!” Everyone laughed in agreement. Finally we heard the hiss of the propane, but it wasn't flowing consistently through the connection. Roland sat and held the tank upside down. Somehow this kept the propane flowing so the hamburgers could cook. “Thank you for the sizzle,” we prayed before joyously attacking the picnic supper.
At the pond, people were sitting close to the edge and fishing. Apparently anything that swam in the Colorado River was here, such as catfish, trout, or tilapia. A girl scooped out a trout with a net, just like that.
As dark came early, we packed up chairs, table, stove and food, and headed for home.
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