To California and Back (12-26-14)

When last we spoke, which was, come to think of it, quite a while ago, Paul and I were headed from AZ to CA. And now we are back in AZ.  I will blame my lack of posts on the holidays and the fact that I haven’t felt well for the last couple of weeks. I am getting better, but my ambition to accomplish things has taken a hit.




On the way to Desert Hot Springs, we stopped in Yuma to visit our friends Steve and Carol.  Carol is a professional photographer-one who helped me choose my new camera.  On this night, she gave me tips on portrait pictures.

They also talked us into staying an extra day, so we could make a trip into Algodones Mexico for lunch. We walked across the border, shopped for a bit, then sat and had lunch in an outdoor restaurant while listening to live music.  Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.  Before we headed back across the border, we bought 3 bottles of the Mexican version of Cointreau (for Margaritas) for less than 1/3 of what we would pay in the U.S.!

Once we made it to our destination in CA, of course I got antsy to see our daughter Jess.  Since we had a free day, and so did she, we decided to make the trek into North Hollywood to see her.  2 hours later we arrived, had some lunch, did a few errands, and then started the trek back home.  Unfortunately we didn't think about the typical L.A. traffic, and it took us 4 hours to get home.  Ugh.

Soon we were off to Paul’s brother’s house for a 3 day stay for Christmas.  On Christmas Eve Paul and I went for a hike with his sister-in-law Sue.  There are actually quite a few hiking trails near their home.

Of course, Christmas is much more fun when there are young children in the house.  Paul’s nephew’s son William was the center of attention, and wide-eyed at all the new toys he got.

New toys sometimes require assembly, and that’s where Uncle Paul comes in handy. Actually, all the guys worked together to build the new trampoline.

Once it was assembled, William wanted someone to jump around with him, and Jess is the only one even light enough to stand on it, so she volunteered.

Once the projects were done, we settled in to play a game of Mexican Train.

There was a little bit of playing and a lot of laughing involved.














I sat close to the hummingbird feeder so I could try to get some decent shots, but I didn’t have too much success.

It’s pretty difficult for us to carry a hummingbird feeder, but I am thinking it might be worth the bother……..I love taking pictures of these little dudes.

Well, that was our holiday- I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas!

Slavin Gulch, Take Two (12-14-14)

Slavin Gulch Trail is a hiking trail in the Dragoon Mountains of Arizona…..but I guess I am getting a little ahead of myself, since my last blog post was a couple of weeks ago, and we were in Texas.



Well, after leaving Big Bend, we stopped for a few days in El Paso to spend some time with Paul’s mom.  Julie and Mike came with us for a day or so and we showed them around town a little.

While in El Paso I usually get some exercise by having Paul drop me at the bottom of the hill on the way to his mom’s.  Its two miles up the hill with an elevation gain of 800 feet.  Not bad. If we really wanted to hike, all we have to do is step out her back door.  Her house backs up to the wilderness.

  

After leaving El Paso, we stopped in Benson AZ.  We are working our way towards the Palm Springs area of California, where we will park the rig for Christmas.

In Benson we caught back up with Nancy and Dave, and Mike and Julie.  We had time to go out to dinner and some of us went to the town craft fair.  No pictures though.  On my list of things to do in Benson, is to hike Slavin Gulch.  We attempted this trail almost exactly 3 years ago, but a mile or so into the hike I fell and broke my wrist.  (the link to that post: 1st attempt at Slavin Gulch )

A mile or so into the hike, we came upon the “scene of the crime” so to speak.  Yup, I fell going over that little itty bitty barbed wire fence.  It was a less squished down back then, but still, the height wasn't the issue, the instability of the rocks was.  A boulder shifted, my foot rolled, and down I went.  This time Paul made sure he was hanging on to me, haha.

No broken bones this time, so we continued on the 7.5 mile hike.  It has 1400 feet of elevation gain and ends at the ruins of an old mine. The trail, in some spots, could barely be called a trail, and was very difficult to navigate.

We stopped for lunch along the way and discussed the fact that it didn't seem like we were going to be gaining that much elevation, since we hadn't been going up too steep of an incline.  But, of course, we should have known better and that situation changed very soon after lunch. 

One of the perks to elevation gain is the view from the top.

 

Once we reached the end of the trail, Paul wanted to do some exploring of the mine, as usual, and I didn't, so I plopped myself down on a very convenient nearby bench and dozed in the sun while he scrambled up the rocks to the mine.

 

The trip back down wasn't very much fun because it’s hard to control your speed and easy to roll on the rocks when you are going too fast, but we made it down with no injuries.  We had been hoping we’d have enough time to do the short hike to the historic Council Rocks, an area used years ago by the Chiricahua Apache Chief, Cochise, but with a 12 mile drive down a dirt “road” ahead of us, we thought we’d lose daylight too quickly. Maybe next time.


We have now moved on from Benson and are getting closer to Palm Springs.

Boquillas Del Carmen, Mexico (12-05-14)

Our final adventure in Big Bend National Park was a day trip to Boquillas del Carmen, Mexico.  The day started in an unusual way for this area of Texas- with fog clinging to both the roads and mountains.










  Boquillas is a small town in Mexico, that until 2011, was a “soft” border crossing. Mexicans would casually cross to shop in the United States, since the nearest grocery store in Mexico is a 3.5 hr drive down a dirt road.

 Americans would cross just as casually to explore Boquillas, eat lunch and buy souvenirs. September 11th changed all that, and devastated this small town with a population of just 300.  The border was closed.  Period.  No more crossing at all. The town inhabitants waited in vain for it to re-open, and eventually, many of them moved away to find new jobs.




Finally, in April of 2013, the border re-opened, but it will never be quite the same again.  Now Mexicans need a visa to cross into the U.S. and Americans need a passport to cross into Mexico.

Well, with passports in hand, the 6 of us began the trek to Boquillas del Carmen.  After an hour and a half drive, we reached the ranger station at the crossing, where we were briefed on the do’s and don’ts of crossing into Mexico.

Our options for crossing the Rio Grande were wading/swimming (not recommended) or paying Victor $5.00 to take us across in a boat. 

So, after a short boat ride, we were in Mexico.

The next step was to get to town, a mile up the road, where we would need to check in with immigration officials. 

Our options for that segment of the journey were to walk a mile uphill, ride in a pickup truck taxi, or ride burros.  We chose the burros. 

I think we laughed all the way up the hill.

  Our handler was Paulo.  He kept the burros moving, and we assumed that once we got up the hill, his job would be done, but we were wrong.

He walked us to the immigration building, waited for us, and gave us a tour of his town.  In fact, he stuck by us all day, right up until we crossed back over.  There aren't many jobs in Boquillas, so working for tips may be one of the better ways to make money.

Paulo spoke very little English, so the little bit of Spanish that we knew came in handy.  In fact, we learned later that one of the effects of the border closing is that the children of the town don’t speak English as well as the older people.






Paulo was very proud of the new hospital and school in town, and seemed happy to report that soon the town will have electricity, generated by a new solar station.  The residents will pay for the electricity they use, but the money will go into a fund to replace the batteries when the time comes.  Very clever.




  We worked up an appetite on the short tour, and had lunch at one of the two restaurants in town. 

The food was good, and the beer was cold!

Afterwards we wandered across the street to the other restaurant, which had a nice view of the mountains and the river.  So nice that we decided we weren’t in a rush, and sat down to have a margarita. 

The owners of both restaurants were very friendly and spent quite a bit of time chatting with us, sharing stories about their lives in this small town.

After purchasing our souvenirs, we decided it was time to head back.  The border crossing closes at 5 pm.

  Once back in the U.S., we all had to take a turn at the immigration kiosk where we inserted our passport for inspection, and spoke on the phone to an immigration officer.

All in all it was an easy process and a great way to spend an afternoon.