Miss Travelaire Stuck!

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Things were going well this morning until we went to leave. Yesterday, when we parked here in the "gravel pit," I had that feeling Miss Travelaire's footing wasn't that great. And, when we pulled out, down she went. I knew right away, there was no use spinning her wheels; she was stuck right there for sure in the sand. But I knew exactly what to do, because we had this happen once before, about seven or eight year ago. Miss Travelaire gets stuck really easily if you don't watch out! Both times, however, there was some miscellaneous pieces of wood lying around that I could put under Miss Travelaire to give her a good footing. All that had to be done was to jack up Miss Travelaire's bum until her feet lifted off the ground. Then I stuck two large pieces of plywood underneath. The plywood just happened to be sitting about 50 feet from our campsite. It's amazing how God worked that out. And here she is in the picture, high and dry, and ready to go after her embarrassing ordeal.

 

We were soon down south back on Interstate 8, and heading, in strong winds, east to Yuma, Arizona, then up Route 95 about 65 miles to the Kofa National Wildlife Refuge (N33 21 58.0, W114 09 18.8). The last 3.5 miles were in a gravel road, which was not to Doreen's liking with her sore neck et al. But she made it and soon recovered (at least as much as she ever does) sitting out in the warm sunshine of the Arizona desert. And the Sonoran Desert, with its towering Saguaro cacti and richer vegitation is so much prettier that the areas we've come through west of here.

 

Meanwhile, with the closest neighbours far down the road, I was able to sit and pick away to my heart's content on my banjo without getting hollered at!

 

And the rugged Kofa Mountain background is spectacular, especially with all their colour as the sun was setting.

 

We didn't have a spectacular sunset since there were no clouds in the sky, but it was still colourful and striking in its own way as you can see in this photo with the ocotillo and lone saguaro cacti on the horizon.

 

 

The winds were decreasing by the time we arrived at our campsite, and by supper time it was calm (hurrah!). So, we lit a campfire and sat out under the dark night sky.