Last night there were strong south winds, which combined with high tide, resulted in the Bigfoot getting covered in salt, and rocking and rolling all night long. When we woke at dawn, we were immersed in a salt fog, as the tide and wind abated. We pulled back to a campsite away from the beach and flushed the salt from the Bigfoot, hooked up the Accord, gave our soon to be border contraband apples to the gatekeeper, and headed north.
We turned in our tarjeta de tourista to Mexican Migracion at the border. US Customs had a quick look under the hood, and waved us on, perhaps a 30 second inspection. Headed north on Highway 85, we were stopped twice at permanent Border Patrol checkpoints, but other than a playful offer to take Kirk off our hands, they were non-events.
Stocked up on groceries passing through Ajo (ah-hoe). Got as far as Gila Bend and pulled into Augie’s Quail Trail RV Park; we needed water for the Bigfoot tank and a decent laundromat after our week in Mexico. We were told we’re lucky to find a spot, there’s a national Winnebago meet somewheres near next weekend, and the faithful are already flocking in. We’re thinking an overnight here, and maybe a free casino in Yuma, AZ tomorrow.
Nancy and Kirk photographed a few blooms on their afternoon walk.
Oleander
238 Km. today.
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