Howling At The Moon

Last night we did something a little different from our “normal” routine.  Every month, on the full moon, there’s a concert in the desert just 3 or 4 miles from us. Howling at the Moon.

People start showing up with canopies, chairs, tables, BBQ grills, food, and of course, their favorite beverages. The bands show up (mostly country), a dance floor is put down in the middle of the trees, bushes, cactus, and the sand, and the party starts.

The party goes on until the full moon rises above the Gila Mountains to the East.  The party stops and everyone begins “howling at the moon” like a bunch of coyotes out in the desert.  Then it’s time to head home.

We met some people, had a good time, and made it back home in time for a late dinner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yuma Territorial Prison – Photos

Main guard tower. It stands outside the prison walls

Sally Port – All visitors and wagons, including prisoner wagons, came through the Sally Port. The outside gate was opened and once inside the gate was closed, and the wagon checked. Guards looked down on the wagons from above. If everything checked out, the inner gate was opened. The opposite happened when leaving.

Cell block

Cell block

Sick beds in hospital

Across the yard from the cell blocks was the “Dark Cell”. This is where prisoners were placed as punishment.

“The Dark Cell”. There was no light coming in when the exterior door was shut. The grid on the floor was where the original steel cage was built into the rock. The steel cage was 15 x 15 feet. The cage held however many prisoners were being punished at a particular time. It didn’t matter if there wasn’t room to lie, sit, or to even stand. The cage stood in the center of the room with enough room for a guard to walk around without being accosted by prisoners. The prisoners got bread and water once a day in the Dark Cell.

Yuma Territorial Prison

We decided to play tourist and to make a visit to the Yuma Territorial Prison.  The name given the prison by prisoners was, “The Hell Hole”.  Each cell was 9 x 12 with 2 3-tier bunks in each cell.  Imagine 6 dirty, sweaty men, men who don’t like anyone, stuffed into a 9 x 12 cell.  Then imagine that same cell, and those same men, and summertime temperatures of 115 to 120 degrees.

Upon being brought in for an “extended stay”, each prisoner was given a number and then their “mug shot” taken.  They had an interesting way of getting a two-sided mug shot.  Of course, Trish and I had to get ours.

Me, trying to look tough.

Trish trying to look angelic. “I didn’t do it.”

 

Quilts

A friend, Anne Martin, is an avid quilter.  And she is a perfectionist. Wherever two pieces of materials come together, the points meet exactly, the mitred corners are perfect.  In the Northwest she has won multiple awards and prizes for her work.

Yesterday Anne took 34 of her 47 (that she hasn’t given away) quilts to the Lutheran church in Yuma for a “trunk show”. Here are photos of some of the quilts:

Yuma, AZ Sunset

Another beautiful Yuma, AZ sunset.

Summertime Plans

Despite the temperatures being in the 80s, it’s not summertime here in Yuma, AZ yet.  Besides I wanted to talk about something else.  We’ve made our plans made for this summer already!

I used to (and still do) aggravate Trish to no end.  She would ask what my plan was for the day, and I had no idea.  I have always been the type of person that “wherever the wind blows” was good enough for me.  Now, we not only have an itinerary for this summer, but also an itinerary into next year!

We’ve always wondered about work camping … staying at a park and getting all or some of our rent paid.  It has seemed like a way to see an area and to stay inexpensively.

Last year we spent 5 days in Colorado Springs.  We loved the area and decided that we’d go back and spend more time looking around whenever we could.  Well, time is going by so quickly these days that “tomorrow” might never come, so we decided to go back this summer and got a work camping job where we will be staying.  We’re going to be there from mid-April until the end of September.

Happy Anniversary!

One Year!

Good bye dinner.

One year ago today, February 1, 2016, we left a nice life along the banks of the Feather River.  We were surrounded by people we love (with a little turnover to keep life interesting) and who love us.  It was comfortable.

One year ago today we finished loading the trailer and the truck, said our “goodbyes” and drove off for parts unknown.

Of course, we had no idea what lie ahead, we just knew that we needed to see it.  We’ve seen some beautiful sights and met some wonderful people, some who’ve become friends.  The people seem to be the best part of travel.

Life is interesting.  I firmly believe that it must be lived to its fullest, because tomorrow may not be there.  We were told that same thing by a couple we know from Paradise, CA.  They used to be full-time RVers but had to give it up because of failing health.

We met “E” & “B” 5 years ago, when they came off the road.  They’d just bought THE motorhome of their dreams … and then had to come off the road.  “B” is having a difficult time “kicking” pneumonia … and is 90 years old.  He also has dementia.  They just sold their dream motorhome and they’re finished travelling very far from home.

We drove up to Quartzsite on Saturday to meet “E” & “B”.  It may have been the last time we’ll see them together.  The one thing they emphasized to us was to “do it” while we have the chance, because we have no idea when it will end.

Trish and I are in reasonably good health and I’m very happy we’re out here while we still can.  That could end tomorrow.

An Angel

It was about 1985 when I first met her.

She was the wife of someone I worked with and I met her when invited to their home.

Over the years she became part of my family, and I hers.  I loved her like the sister I never had.  She was the sweetest, kindest, most accepting person I knew.

After a long struggle with Alzheimer’s, this morning she moved on to be with God, while the rest of the world lost an angel.  Patricia (Pat) Robbins, you are loved and your family is in our thoughts and prayers.

Bryce

I woke this morning having worked myself into a froth during the night.

It actually took a few nights of not very good, or long, sleep before I reached a froth. But, the result was the same.  I woke up bawling my eyes out, telling Bryce how much I love him, telling him good-bye, and wondering what I was going to say to everyone. I mean, he has worked his way into a lot of people’s hearts.

I can hear a huge collective “GASP!” now, so let me tell an abridged version of what’s been going on.

Thursday night, or Friday morning Bryce started acting strangely. He yelped when we picked him up, but it didn’t seem related to pressure in any particular spot. Bryce usually walks slowly, but I’m certain we were passed by a desert tortoise a few times.  Bryce sleeps a lot, about as much as I wish I could on certain days, but he took to sleeping 23 hours a day. He stopped eating as much and didn’t want to go out for walks, except at 4am or 3am. Hence, the stupor I currently find myself in.

Luckily, this morning, Trish was of a cooler and more rational mind. Which is pretty good considering she hadn’t had her morning coffee yet. Trish called the veterinarians office someone recommended and got us a walk-in slot, and we got Bryce examined.

Bryce’s blood-work came back “clean”, except for some pancreas numbers that were slightly elevated. His x-rays looked very good. Then this little light tried to shine through the froth. About Wednesday or Thursday I had given Bryce some fatty meat. When I said those words, the bewildered and concerned look started to disappear from the doctor’s eyes. She sent us home with a prescription of pain killers and anti-inflammatories.

And, now that we’ve paid off the national debt, you can all breathe a bit easier.

Restart

I’ve been thinking that I need to restart blogging our trips.

It’s funny how that sometimes several things come together to make something happen.  Last night I was texting with a friend about the flooding in Northern California, about a friend’s return from vacation and how she was looking forward to hearing about it, and a distasteful job she had to perform.  My friend asked when I was going to start posting pictures again.

Here’s my first picture.  It doesn’t do what we could see of the sunset justice.  It was absolutely beautiful.

I would like to post pictures that weren’t posted from the last 5 months, but don’t be too disappointed if I don’t make it.

The Journey of Trish and Raquel

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