Singles Hike

I was late getting to kareoke Friday evening and missed Dale's singing. He claims he didn't do well, and no one argued with him. Barb, Frances, and Carrie were also there. There weren't many people, because there was a dance over at Tier Drop RV Park just up the road.

Saturday June, Carrie and Curtis went on the Dome Mine trip. The rest of us elected  not to go due to icky weather. They reported back that they had a good tour and good guide. Some of us are planning on doing it in the few weeks we have remaining.

Yesterday, we were supposed to hike to some petroglyphs on the backside of "A" mountain out by Roll. I never saw any markings, but it was fun testing our endurance. Here are some pictures.

This is a rock still holding rain from the  nice steady one we had Saturday night.

This is Norma, Quinten, and Carrie negotiating the sometimes treacherous path.

This is Brock. He's a bird watcher. Notice the binoculars. He actually saw a bird that he hadn't seen before, so he ended up glad he came along.

This is the cross on the other side of the mountain. There's a path up to it, but none of us felt the urge.

This is an abandoned cemetery that was along side the road at the foot of the mountain. There were five marked graves.

Here's the gang: Barb, Carrie,  Norma, Quinten, and Curtis. Brock is across the road looking for more birds.

I noticed that I got another follower for my blog: my son-in-law Robert. That's great! It's important for my kids to see how much fun I'm having.

Valentine's Day

A few of us singles did show up to share a drink and talk about some of our future plans. Time is slipping away from us and we've been discussing an "end of the season" party. What are we going to eat? We know there will be sufficient drinking. Here are pictures of our fun-loving valentine participants. This is Norma and Quinten..

This is June and Fran.

This is Brock and Curtis.

Brock was nice enough to give us all boxes of chocolate. I'm probably missing a few people, but I'll be sure to include them at another time. Last night we went to the Burger Fry at the VFW, and ate, drank, and shared some lies all for a reasonable price. We'll see what happens at kareoke Friday evening.

Blogless?

I got an email from my sister Diane today, and she informed me that I am virtually blogless. Well, since I've never heard of that, I asked her if there was a pill I could take. I guess what she meant was that I  needed to update my blog.

I've been spending a lot of time at the pool, because our weather has been so gorgeous. Last Saturday was Pioneer Days and they  had a parade through downtown Wellton. Our RV park, aptly named Pioneer, won first prize in the float contest.

This is a picture of a group of my friends who attended the parade.

This is Sweet Thing, a little lhasa who shivered through the whole parade even though he had a sweater on.

This is another adventuresome dog who likes motorcycles.

I guess I'm just a sucker for animal photos. Tomorrow being Valentine's Day, a bunch of us crazies are getting together for Happy Hour at the local bar. I'm sure I can get a few pictures that will make me an outlaw, or at least, unpopular for a short time.

Blog Interruptus

 Sorry about that, but my blog-writing program cratered, so I had to switch to another one.

A week or so ago, Norma, Nancy, and I went to the University of California's experimental farm outside of Holtville, CA. We had a great educational tour and luch of salad (what else!) and homemade ice cream at the end of the tour. This first picture is of two assistants harvesting alfalfa. The driver looks like he's going into space, but they said it was to protect him from itchy, flying alfalfa.

There were about two wagons, or 80 people, on this tour. We got to pick our own veggies: cabbage, cauliflower, brocolli, radishes, iceberg, romaine, and I probably forgot some others.

My favorite: kapusta!

Last Friday, I went up to Brenda outside of Quartzite to visit my friends Rex and Judy at Desert Gold RV Park. The highlight of the trip other than visiting and Happy Hour was hiking the bumps in the desert. We hiked up Flag Hill adjacent to the park. This is a picture of Rex and Judy at the top.

Then I had to sign the log book and be presented with my Indian tear, a little black rock. Then Rex took a picture of me and Judy.

The park is nicely laid out and each site has a palm tree.

These are some huge saguaros that they obviously built the park around.



 On Sunday, we traveled out to Palm Canyon a little south of Quartzite. We hiked up a beautiful canyon and up in a crevice on two different occasions, there were palm trees tucked into a protecte spot.

I got back Monday afternoon, and my friend Ginny came in on Tuesday afternoon. She took me to Applebee's for my birthday dinner a day early. On Wednesday, our singles group had a meeting at the pizza place at Coyote Wash. They sang "Happy Birthday" to me, and gave me lots of cards. Norma bought me a Chardonay that was a great start to celebrating. She also gave me a beautiful hand-made card. Marvin Kerr, our resident artist, gave me a beautiful signature birthday card. Yesterday was his birthday.

This was my birthday cake from the pizza place. I think that's a question mark in the middle.
Yesterday Ginny and I went down to Alagadones. She got a pancho for her grandson in Hawaii who recently broke his arm, so she thought that would be something easy for him to wear. Ginny asked this gentleman about his unusual hat and I took their picture. I think the guy thought we were nuts.

The front of the hat says "Old Age Combat Hat." Then we went to Lutes Casino in Old Yuma for lunch. It's full of all sorts of memorabilia.

Ginny hung around this morning waiting for the car wash people but they had a truck break down, so they never made it and she left around 10 headed for Desert Hot Springs where we visited last spring. Aloha, Ginny!

Continuing the Fun

     I’ve been busy having fun, and it doesn’t necessarily include downloading pictures and posting my thoughts to this blog. It’s also called being lazy. My newest, best Canadian friend Norma had an impromptu Christmas Eve happy hour at her park model. Here we are toasting Christmas.

My longtime friends Cathy and Bob Raner invited me to sit at their table for Christmas dinner at the rec hall. This picture is of their best friends and Bob’s cousin to the far right. Her name is also Cathy, so there are two Cathy Raner’s here at Pioneer RV Park.

The Fun Continues

 

As you might suspect, there’s a lot going on all the time. We are treated to spectacular sunsets constantly, but every once in a while, I decide I need to capture one. This particular shot I’m going to make into a scrapbooking background.

Two Thursdays ago, our hiking group did Pilot’s Knob just across the border into California. I had done this hike four years ago and it scared me, so I found two other companions to hike around the bottom. This is a scrapbooking page that I did of the guys who went over the top and our group later on.

This is a better picture of our group on the backside after we all got together. Our trip back over by a somewhat easy path was only in the mind of the beholder.

It is rather redundant. The person taking the picture is the crazy lady in the red shirt in the previous picture.

The newbie's were intrigued by the clothing left behind by the illegal's crossing the border. They don’t swim the Rio Grande, Gila or Colorado, but the American Canal which provides the irrigation for the produce fields. I have pictures of all sorts of things that Norma dubbed artifacts to include a ballpoint pen, a child’s barrette and all sorts of underwear and outer clothing.

This happens to be a perfectly good baseball cap.

My daily walk is usually into town to some kind of store to run an errand, but I really prefer heading off into the desert. This my preferred path.

Our singles group decided to do an Eastern European ethnic Christmas dinner. So Barb, Frances and I got together at Norma’s to make pirogues, but we had to toast the occasion with a Macadamia nut tequila.

 

Gosh, old people just get together for any excuse to eat and drink. Here’s our spread.

The weather has been so great, but this evening it’s raining. If it doesn’t stop by the time the boys need to walk, that’s OK, I have my slicker.

Busy Having Fun

 

We all remark about how fast every day is going. There is so much to do that it cuts into drinking time; however, “happy hour” is carefully observed daily. Thanksgiving Day was a whole lot of fun. Pictured below, I’m surrounded by all my new Canadian friends.

We were scheduled to hike on Thanksgiving Day, but we all opted out mostly because of the wind. The next week, we hiked up Crazy Lady Trail, again so named because of the group’s experience with a wildly screaming lady a few years ago. It seems that she spent  the night in her small pickup afraid to go any farther up the mountain and unable to turn around. The next morning our group was the first thing she saw. One of the guys got her truck turned around and sent her down the mountain.

It’s been my experience that ocotillo will bloom any time in Arizona as long as it finds a water source.

There were a lot of mine entrances, claims, and deep shafts to fall into. This is one of the entrances.

Ralph and Frank are gazing at a mine entrance in the side of the mountain with Dome Valley in the background.

Near the bottom of the mountain, we found the Dome Cemetery. It was started during WWII. Some of the graves were marked and others weren’t. They all had money, mostly quarters and pennies, decorating the white crosses. This was a very elaborate grave for a nine month old baby.

Norma’s birthday was December 1, and she invited a few friends to a Chinese restaurant in Yuma. She’s probably going to be upset with me posting this picture of her, but it’s so typical of Norma showing her bubbly happy personality.

Only 35 of her closest friends showed up. Oh darn!

On December 4, the border town of Alagodones had a “Welcome Back Winter Visitor” party where they forced margaritas on us and passed out free samples of old people drugs. My single lady friends, Frances, Bernie, Norma and the mariachi are singing “Cielito Lindo.”

Spending the winter in Arizona is a hard job, but someone has to do it.