Weekend in Yuma
Indio, California: We had a very
busy week. The Magna Peregrinus received her annual coat of wax and was
professionally cleaned inside as well. Dave has several doctor appointments each
week and is finally feeling a bit of improvement. The pain is lessening. He
still can't walk far and jogging is definitely not on the agenda. Yet.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Our house sitter is having to use Dave's 4-wheel-drive Tahoe
if she wants to leave our house. The snow wasn't much, but Portland suffered
through another nasty ice storm.
The weather back home warranted a nice hot soup, so I made Pho Ga. That hit
the spot. It was only 74 degrees here.
It took a little planning, but three of Dad's kids (actually
every-other kid!) were able to get to Yuma to spend the weekend together
with Dad and Mary in their winter home. Renee (#3) flew from Portland to
Phoenix. I will not dwell on the FIVE hours she sat in the plane at the gate
due to the terrible Portland snow and ice storm. Somehow Renee still made it
to Phoenix in time to meet up with Steve (#5, who had flown to Phoenix from
his home in Denver), where they caught a puddle-jumper to Yuma. Dave and I
(#1) drove 3.5 hours to Yuma for a three-night stay.
Youngest and Eldest
We met up at Chretin's
Mexican Restaurant in Yuma. Pronounced Chit-eens, this place is so
old - Dave's Dad used to eat here when he was in the Air Force. After dinner,
Dad went home and his every-other checked into a nearby motel.
Saturday morning we all went to Dad and Mary's. Their resort was hosting a craft
fair. Mary was on the fair committee, and was running-around all
morning. We'd catch a glimpse of her occasionally, scurrying by. We all did a
little shopping and sat outside in the warm sunshine listening to live folk
music. The singers were very good!
When Mary's volunteer shift was over, we all went downtown to have lunch at
Brewing Company. (For those not "in the know" about Yuma, it is site
of a Territorial Prison,
which operated from 1876 to 1909. We visited the restored historical site in
click here to see photos. The Yuma High mascot are the Prisoners. It's a
theme-thing, and Prison Hill Brewing jumped on that band wagon.) After lunch we
did a walking tour of the historic downtown area and later attended the annual
holiday light parade.
Ready for the parade
The parade was fun. Nothing fancy. Organizations and
companies - and the power company - cover their vehicles with holiday lights
and drive a route that couldn't have been a mile long. There must have been
six marching bands and every single band was fantastic - they even had
electric lights on their uniforms and instruments. Impressive.
But you know the parade is over when Santa arrives on the
last float. (In Yuma, he arrives in a basket of a lift truck.)
Sunday, we went to Mexico! Doesn't that sound exotic? It isn't. On Sunday we
walked across the border to
Algodonas for a look-around. Dave and I had not been there for years.
The entire town seems to serve the purpose of performing dental work on
foreign tourists, making their prescription lenses and selling
pharmaceuticals without a prescription. It was pretty quiet on this Sunday
and we didn't have a wait back at the immigration/passport checking booths.
Church procession in Los Algodonas
We even bought a bit of touristy junk. I saw this cute foam map
for the kids. The vendor said he would sell it to me for $4. Renee had the
brilliant idea to switch Oregon and California to the color blue for the recent
election results. We borrowed a blue California and Oregon from other puzzles,
reconfigured everything and were happy with the result. The owner was laughing
with us (maybe he is not in favor of a wall?) and when we were finished,
jokingly told us the price was now $20. Dave gave him five dollars and everyone
was happy. The kids have a cool(though we will admit, not exactly
geographically accurate) US map puzzle and we have a fun memory.
It's okay if Leo and Lucy think Detroit is in New York, right?
On Sunday evening we had a very nice meal on the outdoor patio of
The River City Grill
- a restaurant we have enjoyed previously - owned by fellow Oregonians.
Terry, Renee, Dad, Mary, Steve
So here we are (except for My Driver/photographer!) on
Monday morning before we all went our separate ways. We all had a great
time, good fun, good meals and are all caught-up. Dave and I have returned
to Indio and my siblings are safely back to their homes.
Until my next update, I remain, your Big Sister correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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